I was recently at a dinner with a number of good friends, a setting that even a curmudgeon couldn't fault - good company, good drink, good food, even good weather.
During cocktails and a stunning array of appetizers, amidst delightful conversation, I couldn't help but notice a decorative box on the mantle. Politely inquiring as to its provenance, seeing as how it was so prominently displayed, I was casually informed that it contained the ashes of their recently deceased dog.
What!? I was aghast. Incredulous, I inadvertently blurted out some exclamation that now escapes me and not one, but two other dear friends at the soirée chimed in that they, too, had dog remains on their mantles.
What ghoulish custom have I somehow missed, lo these many years? I think, in the future - and for my mental health - I will simply avert my gaze from mantelpieces.
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