For now he's in a very pretty wooden container on the mantle. He came home with a little certificate also. There's a bit of a poem printed on it along with his name and ours.
"Farewell, Master, yet not farewell.
Where I go, ye too shall dwell.
I am gone, before your face,
A moment's time, a little space.
When ye come where I have stepped
Ye will wonder why ye wept."
Where I go, ye too shall dwell.
I am gone, before your face,
A moment's time, a little space.
When ye come where I have stepped
Ye will wonder why ye wept."
--After Death by Edwin Arnold
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