Recently, we made some coffee clay from used coffee grounds. We didn't care for the result - too lightly colored and crumbly.
I had S take the failed mixture outside and dispose of it. Unfortunately, a little toad hopped into the clay, which has a high salt content. S washed the toad off, but the little ribbit soon expired. D informed me that the toad would be cremated instead of having the customary burial. Influenced by Lord of the Rings, perhaps?
I was invited to photograph the solemn event.
D said the smoke rising from the toad looked like his soul rising to heaven. Mayhaps to a celestial Toad Hall where all toads wear waistcoats and breaches and drive like maniacs?
Just a bit of fancy, not sacrilege.