Humuhumunukunukuapua'a

Walking in, you would never know what had transpired. There were no sirens, no chalk outlines(chalk does not work well underwater), no police tape. The event was quite tragic but the only tangible marker that anything foul had occured was the poor humu stuck in an overflow, trapped by several hundred gallons an hour of flow.

It was tragic, but it was perhaps the most fitting end Picard could have met. You see, he died as he lived, that is... he died doing his own thing. Sure a smarter fish would not have gotten himself stuck in a hole half his size, nor would a smart fish have drowned, but even intelligence cannot prevent the inevitable... delay it perhaps, but eventually, death comes to humus just as a rampaging humu onslaught is coming to wreck havok and revenge upon all those who have ever mocked, looked wrongly at, mildly insulted, practiced poor fish husbandry, were French, or tried to chastise the fish for eating things perceived to be delicious.

It is sad that Picard is no more, at least not in his fragile fish body, though his spirit lives on in humu sheol or some other quasi mythological humu underworld... he sits and waits for the transhumugration after which he will re-inhumucrated... humus never truly die, they just have unfortunate setbacks involving well chewed power cords and salt water. You can't keep a good fish down... at least not forever.

Picard's former body remains indignantly in the freezer... thanks a lot Gretchen... but it is of no more use to him. While Picard is not truly gone, he better get used to endless Mahjong tournaments until it's his turn for transhumugration again. And some of those old humu women can play a mean game of Mahjong, so he has his work cut out for him.