How Silly Can You Get
“You will always be in our hearts little guy,” is the type of thing that we would say as we tossed candy onto a “sacred” spot. This memorial is not like other memorials. And neither are the “so-called” mourners. Four friends, Nathan Graham, Tom Fowers, Kyle Christensen and I began paying tribute to a fly we found frozen in ice. I do not remember all the details, except that our tongue in cheek ceremony began as one stupid idea was thrown out to outdo the last person. I’m sure it was probably Kyle who first pretended to be devastated at finding this frozen little fly and everything built off of that. We paid homage to the fly who somehow was ultimately named ”Little Bugger Booger” nearly every day during lunch that year. And the next, our corny ceremonies became stranger and stranger, and since one or all of us usually had candy out of the machines with us, we often left some on the site we chose to bury him instead of flowers. The concept of “you had to be the