1107 – The Death of a Pet
Dad: Honey, I have some bad news for you. Fluffy has gone to the other side.
Sarah: You mean she’s out of her cage again? I’ll go and try to find her.
Dad: No, you don’t understand. Fluffy passed away in the night.
Sarah: Oh, she died! That’s too bad, but she was getting up there in years.
Dad: Yes, but she didn’t die a natural death. She was run over by the neighbor’s car.
Sarah: You mean she was flattened? Cool!
Dad: Well, I wouldn’t put it that way, but I understand if you’re in shock. I guess people show grief in different ways...
Sarah: Fluffy went out with a bang. That’s the way she would have wanted to go.
Dad: I’d like to think of her as being in heaven and she’s gone to meet her maker.
Sarah: I don’t think there’s an afterlife for animals, Dad. It’s all just a part of the circle of life.
Dad: Okay. I thought we could have a funeral for her so we can pay our respects.
Sarah: Is that really necessary?
Dad: I’d thought you’d want one. She was your pet after all.
Sarah: No, let’s just bury her in the backyard.
Dad: And who said that the youth of today is cynical?