Immaculata Hamilton, you died young and unnecessarily tragically (and left me a plop of corn behind, which is disturbing because I really only fed you spinach and cherries). But today your spirit lives on in a spritely new piggy of indeterminate gender: Ensalada Hamilton.
I shall pour hooch on a dirt patch for my dead homie. :(
I shall pour hooch on a dirt patch for my dead homie. :(