It was a sunny summer day...mourners and spectators alike turned out for the private ceremony.

He was interred in a crypt fit for a king.
Layed beside his predecessors after they flew him in and took him for one more ride across the field
as flowers came in from as far as Arkansas....
They put the dog to rest better than they do most people...sickening I tell you. 
If you think you detect sarcasm...well you are correct. Folks signing guestbooks, sending in pictures and writing articles about a flipping dog and then sending flowers from the flipping razorback mascot in Arkansas. But a Jane Doe or even someone indigent is lucky to get a pine box. Boy oh boy do we value the wrong things in this country. Just ticks me off.
What do you think blogland?