On Death and Making a Great Impression

I am a terrible person. In fact, a sort of mass murderer. Last night I was driving home in the rain, the black road was glistering from the water. Then, all the sudden I saw something small brown-greyish (I was not speeding but anything lying around on a road would look like that in normal speed) disappearing under the bonnet. And then another one, and another one and then loads of them leaping and crawling around as I realised they were frogs and toads escaping from the flooded ditch. You wouldn't actually dodge them in 90 km/h, however, you would hardly aim at them and I decided to do something in between. It was quite horrible, because whenever I managed to turn a little bit in order to spare the life of toad X I would normally end toad Y's instead. That is why I feel like a bad person today, but at the same time I am quite happy they were not reindeers or mooses. I am thinking of honouring their memory today by some sort of ceremony, but then on the other hand, they are only frogs and toads right? Right?

As we speak of death and such, my tutor has for a long time been convinced that the Land Baron and I are setting up our own funeral agency business. Of course, this is nothing but totally untrue and merely a result of my dear friend's occupation of bad ideas. It makes me a little bit stressed as I am eager to make a great impression on the person that will mark my thesis. Therefore my first instinct told me to be as polite and professional as possible presenting the suggestion: "Call me if you die". However, I decided (on balance) not to. I wonder what is worst when you're trying to make a good impression on someone, saying that you are setting up a funeral agency business, or saying that your friend has this vision and that you're inclined to toy with the idea but has to reconsider the name "Pushing up the Daisies Ltd."