It's a pumpkin funeral Charlie Brown

Ah, how I love the holidays, the cheer, the joy, the giving and receiving of gifts, the ghosties and ghoulies...and apparently, the pumpkin funerals. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, yesterday I attended my very first ever (and probably the first in written history) pumpkin funeral.

The story goes like this...

R loves his jack-o-lanterns, very much. We grew our pumpkins this year in the back yard and he apparently loved his even more because of it. We carved said pumpkins at the home of our friends E&D on Saturday and come yesterday, one whole week later, R's slumped in on itself all moldy and covered with flies. He cried for a very long time...a...very...long...time. When the tears began to subside I suggested throwing him (yes it took on the proper pronoun even with me) into the garbage...big mistake...he started crying again and in my rush and desire to abate his tears I suggested the unthinkable, a funeral. So there we were, S and I trying to contain smiles as S dug the grave and I put the pumpkin in and R covered it up. Then we had to make a marker...we found a wooden plank and R inscribed the following:

Black

Widow

Died by

flies

11-3

-07

And that my friends is how you have a pumpkin funeral. (BTW: Black widow is the name of the deceased)

Your pumpkin burying friend,

C