You know they will want to see the wee grave, don’t you?
Buried at sea (well, at lake, really). The little guy was probably caught in the beaver dam that partially blocks the draining brook. Making a little cute fish stink, it probably attracted a small bird that ate its cute little guts, then flew off and pooped them onto the windshield of my neighbors’ car.
They’ll hop into the car tomorrow morning, start the engine, get psychologically settled into their North American routine, physically settled into their car seat, see the large poop on the glass, and unknowingly give their goodbyes to the fish by squirting their windshield and turning the wipers on high speed.