He Had A Good Life

Pierre has finally become odiferous. He's lookin as handsome as ever but his ripeness wafts even to the ends of my office and the hallway and beyond, causing comments along the way. I fear this is an indication that the end is near.
It's sort of a strong, citrus-y smell, which is normally fine except we have grapefruit scented bathroom spray in the bathroom here at work so the atmosphere it evokes is not necessarily of French cuisine.
Sadly, this means that soon we will perform a burial of sorts for Pierre. I haven't contacted the press yet because I want his last day or days to be peaceful and paparazzi-free for a change.
We'll be quietly listening for any last words of wisdom, and letting go, and remembering the good times.