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Just apologizing to Gregory and his parents will be good enough. And it is disrespectful to eat a person at their funeral brunch.

Drtooth, I really doubt Muppetfan123 was being serious when he said he's scared...

Mr. and Mrs. Peck informed me. It is disrespectful to call a person who has passed on delicious. Please apologize to Gregory, and Mr. and Mrs. Peck, Yuna. We will now begin getting out the food for the funeral brunch. The main dish: radioactive bagels.

My dear friends, it is now time to commence the funeral brunch.

Gregory, may you rest in peace. Wherever you go next, may you be showered with blessing because of the impact you made on each and every one of our lives. You are truly a remarkable role model, someone we can all learn from. Jim Henson once said that his ambition was to leave the world a little...

My dear friends, it is now time for the burial of Gregory Peck. Please proceed in front of the counter. Our dear friend Yuna will be doing the burial honors, burying him in the soup.

Like a baby when it is sleeping In its mother's loving arms What a newborn baby dreams is a mystery But this life will find a purpose And in time we'll understand When the river meets the sea When the river meets the almighty sea

Patience my brothers And patience my son In that sweet and final hour Truth and justice will be done

By the way, Yuna, you can ask Mr. and Mrs. Peck about his gender. *continues singing* Like a flower that has blossomed In this dry and barren sand We are born and born again most gracefully Plus the winds of time will take us With a sure and steady hand When the river meets the sea

But the short time I knew him, he influenced me more than anyone I ever knew. Let us now commence the singing. *sings* When the mountain touches the valley All the clouds are taught to fly As our souls will leave this land most peacefully Though our minds be filled with questions...

My dear friends, it is imperative that we give such a remarkable soul his due in this procession. Please remove your hats, put on black, and sing with us the final song that Gregory will hear on this earth.

You would be crying too, Sarge, if he impacted your life as much as he did mine. Now, I have a poem I wrote in honor of Gregory: Since the day we became friends, My life changed. It tied up all lose ends, My life got rearranged. You taught me all about life, and how wondrous it all is. You...

We are going to bury him in the soup. Then we're going to bury the soup and you in the ground underneath the tombstone. You'll eat the soup, and he'll rest in peace. *stands back up at counter* My dear friends, it is now time for the burial procession in the soup.

*jumps in front of Sarge* Please...the family has had enough grieving for one day. *begins carving tombstone: Here lies Gregory Peck An extraodinary chicken, and an extraordinary friend. 1995-2012*

*still crying* Tell that to Mr. and Mrs. Peck, who just flew in. Anything is possible when in grief because of your son's death. *hugs Mr and Mrs. Peck, still crying*

*two chickens fly in from window* Dear friends, please proceed to give all of your sympathy gifts, cards and offerings to Mr. and Mrs. Peck at this time.

That's it. *turns into werewolf form, and rips apart chicken with teeth* *turns back into human form, jumps up on top of counter* Hello friends. We are gathered here today to honor a good chicken and friend, Gregory. Gregory was with us in good times and bad, saving times and killing...

Excuse me! I have just as much power to kill it as Sarge does...I just wanted the little guy to die peacefully... Do you think we should have a funeral for him?

Kill it? Well, if you say so... *picks up a baseball, and tosses it at chicken*

OK...so we'll need chicken... *reaches out the window and grabs live chicken*