In hippy/Injun circles, I believe it's known as a 'sky burial'. Maybe you should try and euphemise your way out of the situation?Originally Posted by Monty92
The tricky bit is going to be getting my son into the car later without him spotting the mangled, bloodied flesh all around us
Currently his only context for understanding mortality is that George Michael died (we often drive past the makeshift shrine outside his old house). If he sees the fox he's gonna assume that's how poor George met his maker too
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