Well in order to get 'closure' on the loss of my pal, I built a commemorative statue of him to help me remember him...
Unfortunately, it was to big to fit in the toilet, (Where I had flushed Fatty-Fuck-Fish away) so I had to put it outside instead...
Then it hit me - Because he went down the toilet, I know for sure that he is now in a 'better place' and as such will be making amendments to my will, decreeing that my ashes should also be flushed down the toilet... Then I can rest forever in true happiness in my own personal heaven
