R. I. P. Skeeter III

Skeeter's grave.
Skeeter's coffin.

Well, the sad news of the week. Wyatt's beloved fish Skeeter was dead when we got home from Kentucky last night. He's been on his last leg (or should I say fin) for a couple of weeks now. Bettas have a life span of one to two years and good ole' Skeeter lived over 3 years. Wyatt got him, from his Uncle Steve, for his 6th birthday!!
I wasn't sure what to do with him, so I put him in an empty Altoid container and put him in the fridge overnight--yuck! So, today after school we buried him in the garden with a proper ceremony and grave marker. The kids had to eat popsicles after school to get the sticks to make it!
I shouldn't make fun, though. Poor Wyatt was really upset. He gets very attached to things. I have to say, it is sad.
I'm taking him tomorrow to get another one. Hopefully it'll live. The reason this one was Skeeter the third is because he was the 3rd one we got in a week that finally lived!