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So yeah tldr: my first dog was my only friend for a lot of my childhood, and I was responsible for a freak accident that didn't just kill him, it killed him over 6 months in a grotesque cronenberg nightmare.

But at least death is sweet release right. Nope! Instead my dad took the dogs body back, put the body in his dog house, and then poured concrete on top.

His bright idea was that we'd take the cement block, put it on the boat, put the boat in water, then give the dog a burial at sea.

Problem A: he didn't account putting down any cement BEFORE putting the dog in.

Problem B: He wanted to use the burial at sea as a means to make amends for the whole "passively watching your dog slowly waste away in front of you and doing nothing for weeks" thing. That took a week before I could be bullied into going along.

So by the time I got over to my dad's house, the dog had been putrifying dead for like 10 days under the weight and pressure of a 300 pounds of cement hardening on top of it.

Problem C: Getting a 300 pound cement block onto a boat on a trailer while your purifying dog is hanging out of the bottom.