Upon returning from the family gather at Snowbird last week, I found the limp body of my pet frog, Killer, in the front room. My favorite pet had died after 5 months of faithful friendship.
Dan did me the service of lifting his body to the surface of the rock floor with my Coolaid stirrer instead of leaving him unnaturally wedged between the rocks and the bottom of the gallon-vase as he was originally found.
We decided to hold a funeral for him Sunday afternoon. I invited only his closest friends. All of the roommates had a connection with him somehow. And Liz and Amanda went to IKEA to buy him curly bamboo. In fact, they were over once when thought Killer had really gotten himself into a pickle. He was WAY down at the bottom of the rocks and we were convinced that he was stuck. They were screaming and freaking out while I found the nearest kitchen utensil to dig him out, trying not to crush him in the process. Gratefully, he made it out. I think that was when L & A truly became connected to Killer.
On the Sabbath, at 5pm, I led a procession to a pre-selected burial ground in the center of the round-about near our apt. complex.
Nolan created a "Funeral Mix" on his iPod which he kindly played throughout the ceremony. My favorite song was the bagpipe music from Braveheart.
I said some words including a story about how Killer would help remind me to read my scriptures in the mornings because I would always "feed myself spiritually" out in the front room with him first before I gave him his food for the day.
Then I placed him in a match box and set it atop a mini-bonfire of matchsticks and gave him a Jedi Burial (like Vader received from his son, Luke, at the end of Return of the Jedi). The burn suprising lasted the duration of the song, "Bridge Over Troubled Water".
In the end, only his ashes remained.
I then, poured out Killers water on top of his finally resting place, along with the cursed rocks in which he spent so many playful hours and ironically caused his final demise. They stand as a memorial to him now and can be veiwed my all, at the center of the round about at the intersection of 6oo West and 1720 North.
The service was beautiful. It helped me work through my feelings of anger towards Killer for being too adventurous. I know he is in a better place now.
I have found peace as I have carefully pondered the words of the late Captain James Hook,
"Death is the only/last great adventure."
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Listening to: The Penguins & The Crew Cuts - Earth Angel
Dan did me the service of lifting his body to the surface of the rock floor with my Coolaid stirrer instead of leaving him unnaturally wedged between the rocks and the bottom of the gallon-vase as he was originally found.
We decided to hold a funeral for him Sunday afternoon. I invited only his closest friends. All of the roommates had a connection with him somehow. And Liz and Amanda went to IKEA to buy him curly bamboo. In fact, they were over once when thought Killer had really gotten himself into a pickle. He was WAY down at the bottom of the rocks and we were convinced that he was stuck. They were screaming and freaking out while I found the nearest kitchen utensil to dig him out, trying not to crush him in the process. Gratefully, he made it out. I think that was when L & A truly became connected to Killer.
On the Sabbath, at 5pm, I led a procession to a pre-selected burial ground in the center of the round-about near our apt. complex.
Nolan created a "Funeral Mix" on his iPod which he kindly played throughout the ceremony. My favorite song was the bagpipe music from Braveheart.
I said some words including a story about how Killer would help remind me to read my scriptures in the mornings because I would always "feed myself spiritually" out in the front room with him first before I gave him his food for the day.
Then I placed him in a match box and set it atop a mini-bonfire of matchsticks and gave him a Jedi Burial (like Vader received from his son, Luke, at the end of Return of the Jedi). The burn suprising lasted the duration of the song, "Bridge Over Troubled Water".
In the end, only his ashes remained.
I then, poured out Killers water on top of his finally resting place, along with the cursed rocks in which he spent so many playful hours and ironically caused his final demise. They stand as a memorial to him now and can be veiwed my all, at the center of the round about at the intersection of 6oo West and 1720 North.
The service was beautiful. It helped me work through my feelings of anger towards Killer for being too adventurous. I know he is in a better place now.
I have found peace as I have carefully pondered the words of the late Captain James Hook,
"Death is the only/last great adventure."----------------
Listening to: The Penguins & The Crew Cuts - Earth Angel
Touching. That was nice of your roommates to join in the service.
ReplyDeletePoor, poor Killer. I'm happy he won't have to go through the trauma of moving, however. Great pic of Cpn. Hook.
ReplyDeleteBG: My condolences on the loss of your old buddy Killer. I'm glad he was put to rest with such faithful friends present to celebrate his life and mourn his passing. Killer music! Gotta love that Enya!
ReplyDeleteBesta: What a lovely service. I hope I get as much attention at my own! Now there are no worries about him being traumatized and trapped anymore. He's in that big green swamp in the sky and very, very happy! You know I LOVE Enya and have for many, many years. I did not see other things on the playlist to try though. I guess I need things spelled out for me...
This is far and away your best blog post. I was SO sad to hear of his death, but thrilled that his memorial was so heartfelt. It's cool to know those girls and see your roommates out. The processional picture was my favorite. I'll have to check out his resting place next time I'm in Provo...
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