We are now gathered here to mourn the death of Q, a dear departed pet. He was a good betta, a fiesty betta. He would have fought any goldfish and won, you could have bet your lunch money on that. It wasn't that he received poor treatment while we were down south, no, he'd been laggy way before then. We called him dramatic, said he wanted attention when he would float upside down for intervals and only swim with his old spunk when we fed him flakes of fish food. He had a nice long life for a fishy. I bought him and another betta (Synoptic Problem) as a gift for Brandon while I visited him during Spring Break of 2002. Can Q be replaced? Never. Will we try to replace him? I dunno, cleaning out that bowl was a lot of trouble. Eh, we'll see. Until then, so long, dear friend Q. You were a good fishy.