At this time of year, the chance of a fish getting an APPROPRIATE burial is halfway between slim and none. I love my fish, I do - but they're going straight down the porcelain highway.
Summer, on the other hand, they'd likely get a nice, back yard burial that some rodent somewhere would promptly dig up
Beverly - you ask who would think of a silly idea like this? This from the world that invents the machine to dehydrate everything?