Ode to a fish

Today, William, my beloved fish, died.

He was fine when I came home in the afternoon, but shortly before I left he kicked his watery bucket. I've been in mourning all day.

Due to a lack of time to bury him, he now resides on my coffee table, in an Old El Paso jar with a cardboard gravestone, senstively engraved by mr peas with:

Here Lies William Bean
He was a beloved husband, pet and amazing lover. RIP. (And a picture of a dead fish.)

I think we will either bury him, or cast him into a watery grave in the canal if it's a nice day and we can be bothered to walk that far.

But here's to Will, and to a fantastic future frolicking in fish fairyland.