My friend and I used to have a pet Lobster, we called him Zoidberg. Recently, my friend had decided to go and live the simple life in Wales with his girlfriend on a farm. This caused some arguments, but specifically this caused some concern about what we were going to do with our pet, Zoidberg.
Between you and me, gatepost etc, I personally believe that Zoidberg didn’t want to part with either of us, and he did the only thing that he could to ease his burden and overate. He died peacefully in his tank, I think he suffered from eating too many Sharks and the other fish he so lovingly shared a tank with.
Once in the long long ago, the before times, Zoidberg escaped his tank, and my friend and I came home from a large drinking session to find him missing. We assumed that someone was playing a trick, or Zoidberg had buried himself underneath the pebbles. We looked everywhere and we finally found him in my friends shoe. One of
our hairiest moments, especially since he was deadly still when we found him. Not knowing what to do, we placed him back into his tank and waited, after about five minutes, he sprang back to life and lived for another year. Good old Zoidy!
We thought it a fitting tribute to have a funeral for Zoidberg at the leaving party, where all of our friends could come and say goodbye to those that were leaving for Wales, and more importantly, our lobster, who will be dearly missed. We decided to cremate the body, as you can see in the photograph. I miss our Zoidberg, but he will never be forgotton.
Goodbye old friend.
