I had this stuffed animal, a rabbit named Bunny; and she got really tattered after years and years of loving her. One of her ears fell off, there were holes in her hands and feet, and the fabric was very old, and very thin (it was made for me by a friend of my Mom's), and fabric kept tearing and eventually her face was just strips of fabric with her stuffing showing. So several years ago, I put her in a "coffin" (a shoebox with a pillow and lined with my baby blanket), and put it in my closet.
So today Shanon was helping me clean out my closets and found the box which said "R.I.P. Bunny" and she was like "What is this?!" And I said "My bunny from when I was a little kid. Isn't it sad?" And she was looking very freaked out and then said "Why is it in your house?!?!" And I just looked at her for like a minute and then it dawned on me and I said "It wasn't a really bunny! It was a stuffed animal named Bunny!!" LMAO! She looked very relieved. :-D
