Opossum Funeral

As we walked the path of happy destiny to the elementary school last Thursday, we came upon a tiny creature, no larger than a pack of gum. Upon closer examination, I realized it was a Didelphis virginiana, commonly known as the North American opossum. A solitary and nocturnal animal, it is a successful opportunist, often seen near towns, rummaging through garbage cans, or lying by the road, a victim of traffic.

Anyway, it appeared that the young opossum fell out of a tree and suffered a head injury with massive internal bleeding, which led to his untimely death. As Friends of The Wild, we prepared Peanut for The Afterworld—a world of never-ending happiness, where you can always see the sun; day or night.

The service began with Emily playing the viola...

Each of the mourners stood silently after reading a passage from The Bible.

Brooke stayed strong almost until the end, when we held hands and said goodbye to Peanut forever. 

We crafted a fine headstone (out of wood) to mark the grave. Each of us tossed a tablespoon of earth into the grave as we prayed for Peanut.