Día de la Muerte
Out like a Mouse... Cute but, held by the tail, with concern about eventual Smell. In the Garbage pail. Oh, my where to put It? in the Toilet? maybe, too big? in the decorative Ceramic planter, packed out back? Won't fit in the fill. Oh, what a dilemma for sure, now. They'll have to worry 'bout disinfecting the half brush and shovel!
I'd like to eliminate all these problems of artifice. I am pained to think Anyone should be forced into Bedside manner. No matter how Heartfelt, the weight would be sooner or later a Burden, I confide to myself. And yet, I've cared for the dying, and it's Not like that. I never wished to "Hurry it Up already!" Or, if the Thought crept up, it was with sincere Regard for one who really was in midst of Suffering.
Nevertheless, for myself I hold nonesuch Devotion. If perceived my Time was coming, I would most certainly be Hurrying it. It would not be worth the Clinging, to prevent others from going about Life.
So yeah, maybe not like a mouse in a glue Trap... but more final. I'd take my Day like a Rat. And then Cremation, paid in advance. Do what you will with the Dust and finger prints.