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DEATH
“How Would You Like to be Eaten by Turkey Buzzards After You Die?”
A Dead Deer Brings out the Philosophers in My Suburban Neighborhood
It started with this post on my online neighborhood bulletin board:
Hi neighbors! Sadly, a deer wandered into our yard and passed away under a tree. Does anyone have a private removal service they can recommend? Thank you.
Another neighbor quickly responded with a referral. Was the conversation over? Nope. It was just getting started. First there was a little back and forth about police work:
Call your township’s police department.
The police do not remove dead deer. That is obviously not a law enforcement function.
Then the original poster updated us:
The removal service came and took the deer away. It’s so sad. The deer’s whole family came and surrounded the corpse. Three fawns and a doe.
My neighbors were sympathetic:
Aw, that makes me feel so sad!
Animals’ hearts break too. Poor deer.
The original poster quickly updated us again:
