Hey, one winter, a long time ago, there was this huge blizzard. My sister and I went out side to go play in the snow, but ended up having a funeral for one of my dog's turds. We dug it a little grave in the knee-deep snow and had a little ceremony in recognition of the innocent little poo. I gave a marvelous Eulogy and there was even a tombstone made up of a sheet of ice taken from the sidewalk. It's a damned good thing that this all took place in my backyard.