This is not just the tale of a dead cockroach. Well, technically, it is. Still, it’s also a saga that speaks to our innate ability to recognise the tragic beauty of death; a celebration of strangers’ heartrending kindness; and an utterly human, totally defiant refusal to see a friend go quietly into the night.
Early this month, Texas A&M professor Michael Alvard took to Facebook to alert his students – and the world at large – of an almost forgotten tragedy. Rosie the Roach, a beloved figure on campus, (not rly) had languished unnoticed for too long before she was given the send-off she deserved.
There has been a dead cockroach in the Anthropology building’s stairwell for at least two weeks.. Some enterprising person has now made her a little shrine.
While quaint, the memorial suited Rosie just fine. She was always more of a low-key kinda gal, anyway. Still, the anonymous student body thought the ol’ dame deserved something more.
Campus caught wind. Wracked by grief, tributes began to pour in.
Within a day, the first votive candle had been lit. Also, note the ciggie – Rosie loved to punch a darb now and again.
Then, of course, came the funeral pyre.
Ten days of mourning later, and THIS HAPPENED.
Eventually, it was time for Rosie to scuttle her disgusting way across the Rainbow Bridge, and what better way to do it than actually giving her a legit Viking burial.
RIP ROSIE. MAY YOU BE EQUALLY AS DISGUSTING IN THE AFTERLIFE.