We went to a birthday party the other day, and the parting gift was a goldfish.
Once at the fair, my sister said we should let the kids play one of the games where you can win a goldfish, and I said absolutely not. She said "why, it will die in a couple days anyway." That was the point. I knew the fish would die. I didn't feel like taking my kids through the drama.
Anyway, we got this fish. Charlie named it Felicity.
It lasted less than 24 hours.
Charlie has asked me a couple of times when Jesus is sending his fish back, all better. We're working through the stages.