(by jessieshungry.com)
This is Chicken. She has a tumor.
Jessie: Groady died.
Carlos: Did he get eaten?
Jessie: No, she wasn’t even stiff yet. She must have died right before we got home.
Carlos: What did you guys do with it?
Jessie: We buried her in the backyard, hahaha.
Carlos: When are you going to have a giant gnarly burial?
Jessie: When Chicken dies. You better come to her funeral.
Carlos: Is it going to be a cremation? Scatter her ashes on the lake. I’ll go to Chicken’s. Just make it on a weekend.
Jessie: Andy wants to cremate all of them but I think he just wants to set something on fire, haha. I’m going to make her a little coffin like Pam did for the bird in The Office.
Carlos: Do it. We can give her a Hunter S. Thompson funeral. Shoot her ashes out of a cannon, and fireworks.
Jessie: Chicken’s funeral needs to be as epic as the life she’s lived.
Carlos: You can’t go wrong with cannons and fireworks. We’ll book a band, too.
Jessie: We’ll need Adam Sandler live so he can sing “My Little Chicken” and Kansas so they can play “Dust in the Wind”.One of the many reasons why I love Carlos. Besides Andy, he’s the only one I can hold a full conversation with solely about epic rat funerals.
