My favorite bag was my one gallon Jugbag as seen in my avitar.This is a photo of Juggy in happier days. I am now using a recently constructed jug syringe constructed using Juggies DNA and blue prints. I am still grieving Juggies slow and painful death, even though I was the one who had to sign the DNR papers. It was too difficult to post a description of the funeral and graveside service notice here at the time. Now that two months have past, I am attempting to describe highlights of those events now.
Juggie was laid out in a cardboard small corrugated cardboard container lined with insulation that was just his size. His hanging hook had a tinge of rust that no one had noticed before possibly shed by a mourner's tear, possibly the dog. It was the dog who maintained a vigil through the night as Juggie laid in state with a dish towel draping his box/coffin. Juggy, who was also known as "Contraption," looked at ease. Everyone prayed that he had found peace and the rip in the splash guard, hanging flap, that brought on his demise, would be repaired in that better place where good enema bags had gone before. The insulation was to keep him cool in case he was sent to give enemas to fallen angels.
A beer bottle containing a sample of enema water from his last enema was placed in the coffin. That bottle was chosen because of its twist off cap. It came from a micro brewery and the label read, "Old Frothing Slosh Export" was still attached. A second label was attached to the back of the bottle that listed the contents and the date of the enema from which the sample was taken. The second label was to satisfy FDA, HAZMAT and ATF requirement should the contents ferment and the twist off cap was used to keep the contents inside the bottle in the event they did. May heaven help the poor archaeologist who can't read and opens the bottle.
A flowers came from a farmer's hay field and contained daisies, clover and a sprig of acacia. It was a fine arrangement indeed. The white of the Clover, the red of the rose, the brown and yellow of the Brown Eyed Susans, the yellow of the Butter Cup, the lavender Thistle blossoms and the green of the acacia served as a colorful reminder that Juggie will live on where ever he goes, North or South!
Graveside services were held at the recycle bin where he was eulogized by a nurse from the hospital. She recalled that Contraption had grown from an experimental container of cheap wine into a full fledged enema syringe of great stature. She remembered how his birth and early development had been published on Zity. Then there was the time he got me inebriated from injecting that alcoholic enema. That enema gave him the hiccups so bad he resigned from the AA. Another favorite enema was Irish coffee because it perked him and got him a bit depressed at the same time. She also told how Juggy was responsible for the fact that, "An enema a day keeps the Doctor away!
Ashes to ashes and plastic to plastic. Juggie was supposed to be burried in the family plot. However, every time I tried to write about the burial I left out the "l" so we had to bury him in the trash can instead. May Juggie RIP.