When I was in the sheep business I decided to play a joke on archeologists of future millenia. I buried the ovine dear departed in various spots around the place - usually having to do with flower beds that needed renovating. I mean. you turnover our very clayey soli and put a couple of hundred pounds of highly nitrogen-rich material at the bottom, it WILL make a difference!
But my sneaky thought is that if I buried them all facing west, in the year 5050 when they have a dig around here, there will be papers published on the central Virginia solar sheep cult.
heh heh heh.
Don't tell anybody, okay?