Funeral for a Triop

You may recall a couple of months ago, that my son had gotten some pet triops - tiny aquatic creatures from the age of the dinosaurs.  Well, sadly, one died.  My son scooped it out of the tank and put it in a soup bowl.  It stayed on the counter for a couple of days.

"Bubba, what are you planning on doing with this dead triop?" I asked.

"It has to have a funeral."

"Can we get on with the funeral, because I really don't want to stare and its lifeless body anymore."

"Sure, Mama."

He took the bowl and marched into the bathroom.  Then he lifted the toilet lid.

I stood by his side.  "Would you like to say a few words before you send him off to his watery grave?"

The boy thought a moment.  "Triop, you were a good pet.  Thanks for the memories."

I raised my eyebrows and nodded. "Rest in peace, Triop.  So glad I didn't have to take care of you!"

With that, Bubba dumped it into the toilet, pushed the handle, and flushed it down.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how a triop funeral is conducted.