Ah, I knew thee well, Brother. Your head-bobbing was the pride of the neighborhood. I’ll overlook the hours you spent trying fruitlessly to climb up a newly-stuccoed wall, failing more embarrassingly with each repetition, and still convinced it could be done, for hours upon hours.
Cause of Death will likely remain a mystery for the ages.
Any living creature, in a Universe which makes self-replicating Life immensely difficult to achieve, deserves a Requiem when it returns to the great Unknown.
“And so today, we are all lizards, I suppose.” I said at the little ceremony in the gardens. Went on to quote Leo Szilard, mentioned in that famous note to FDR, which after a bit of work in Manhattan somewhere, brought a kind of peace to a weary world. For a couple years. But that’s a full lifetime for a lizard, I reminded the crowd of flying ants and poppies.
Xanga Question, of course:
Is lying in state always on your back? Cause no one had ever really seen this guy on his back much, ‘cept the day he fell off the wall a hundred times. I laid him out on his belly, which seemed right, although it’d look silly on, like, Lenin, just saying.
And I do have both poses on file, for tomorrow’s papers; one is guaranteed to be kosher that way.