Dan and Griff found a poor, deceased mouse in the garage. I surveyed the scene and hypothesized that it had been nibbling at the corner of a bag of birdseed and fell into an enamelware pot that the kids play with. It enjoyed some seeds there, but then could not climb the steep sides of the pot, and probably starved to death. Poor little mouse.
Griffin wanted to bury it and Dan suggested the garden. I wasn't keen on growing my veggies and burying my dead in the same plot of land, and suggested a flower bed instead. Griff and I selected the rose bush in front of the house as a proper burial site and Griff even made a headstone. "Mousies in the Housies." We discussed the meaning of "rest in peace" and he added RIP.