So there I was minding my own business, when out of the blue came this rogue thought; its Memorial Day and I need to celebrate. So with nothing to do, and it being my day off, I figured the best way to celebrate the memory of those loved ones who have passed on would be to have a bon fire and burn stuff. Yes thats right I celebrated the memory of the dead by burning some dead stuff. I thought it was fitting, grotesque, but fitting. Oh and the best part was while I was moving piles of branches to the disposal site I found this delicious slug. Aint he purdy.