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.
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.
Posted by Michael Alvard on Thursday, 3 December 2015
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.
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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.
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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.
