One Fish, Two Fish, Dead Fish, New Fish

Yesterday we had a funeral service for a goldfish that belonged to my six-year-old daughter Hannah.  She won it at a carnival recently, and it never really adapted to the non-carny life.  When we looked in the goldfish bowl yesterday, it was clear that her now-floating fishy had seen better days.

So I took her to a nearby pond, and we had a brief but touching ceremony which ended with her plopping the ex-fish into the water.  I asked her if she wanted to wish him well wherever he’s going, and she responded, “I wish he could go to Disney World and have a chance to ride all the rides.”

Not a bad thought, really.  After all, who wouldn’t want a quick spin through the Haunted Mansion after they pass away?