Funeral of the scales

Today I had to make a coffin for my goldfish who passed away over the night. I made it out of cardboard and kitchen paper and put him inside. He had somewhat become a family member and flushing him down the toilet did not seem right. Problem is that there are frost in the ground and impossible to dig a reasonable grave for my little deadster. He will probably end up in the garbage can but I still think that it would be more honorable than flushing him down, lying there in a cardboard box inside a black plastic bag. I mean, if I was a fish... Never mind... At the moment he awaits the coming of the garbage cremation, which will send him to his eternal rest, outside in the blistering cold.