[Rebelbase]

The first funeral my sons ever attended was when we buried Jack, their goldfish, followed later by Roger and Danny....also goldfish.

I played taps on the harmonica and the kids shed a tear and said a prayer......That was 10+ year ago and sounds totally stupid, but it is a tender memory that comes to mind everytime I weed-eat around the tombstones in the flower bed.

[T Minus Four]

I managed to convince my kids that "burial at sea" was the only honorable way for goldfish to go. It's a couple pairs of hamsters and gerbils, and one unfortunate guina pig that are buried in the flower garden, inside size 2 shoeboxes, cushioned with kleenex and wilted flowers. Silly as it sounds, and as grieved as their little hearts were, it is a tender memory of their innocence. (Sigh)