Outside. Leaves. On the ground.
My granddaughter Lulu was over, and we went outside and gathered a pile of sumac leaves, and then piles of twigs and walnut shells.
We dug a small hole and buried them.
It wasn't a funeral, and so we sang "someone's in the kitchen with Dinah" over and over.
Then we found a couple of brooms and swept the leaves away.
She was hungry then and we came back in and ate some yogurt.