We had a funeral for the horse. It was a somber time, as we had loved it very much. We were all sorry to see it go in such a fashion. Doves were released as the coffin was slowly lowered into the earth, and we all shed a tear. As a bugler played taps, we reflected on the life of the horse and what it meant to us. We all mourned and felt the sorrow that any average person would feel in such a situation. Afterwards, we all parted our seperate ways and went on with our lives. The horse would have wanted it that way. Just like what happens to most things are after they die, the horse was forgotten about. Or, at least it was, until you dug it up. We loved that horse, and it is dead because of you. Please don't dig up our rotting horse just so that you can beat it again. It's dead, leave it alone.