What happened to them after that?
Okay, so it was the middle of winter when I had to have my rats (Ben and Jerry) put down. (I had rats in high school named Simon and Bono. Tastes change.) I wanted to bury them, but the ground was frozen, being Minnesota and all. My previously-mentioned friend Chris had room in his freezer in his townhome, so I bagged them up and in they went. Well, over that winter Chris bought a house and moved everything out of his townhouse to the new house and put the townhouse on the market. His new house came with its own appliances, so...long story short, the rats stayed in the townhouse freezer, we forgot about the rats, the freezer was unplugged along with the other appliances when the house went up for sale, nearly a year later the townhouse was sold, Chris made one final pass through the townhouse to ensure everything was out, opened the freezer door, and...liquefied rat dripped out the freezer and ran down the refrigerator door. He was gentleman enough to scrub the mess out (the putrified, stinking, gooey mess) and never tell me until I asked a couple of years later what ever happened to my rats.