An question on the forums was asked "Should a departed's fursuit be worn". It's a difficult question but for me.. when I die I hope to arrange for Marc to go to a good home so that he can continue to make people smile. After all - often our suits represent the best in us.
Other's feel more uncomfortable about here. Here is a poem from the Fursuit's point of view

The Fursuit's Lament

I hang here in a darken closet
Dusty, cobwebs
All but forgotten
Why did the other part of me go
Leaving behind tears of woe.
And sorrowful lament of our times gone past.

I miss the lights, and the sun
The smiles, the laughs, the fun
The silly games, the hugs and more
That is what I was created for!!!

So please someone take me down
Hold me close and then lay me out
Brush and comb me, stitch the holes
Let me be what I was before

So my spirit can leap and soar
Touching those that I adore
Prancing, prowling, making fun
Always hugging on the run

My dear friends let me be there
Sharing, caring, not ignored
No sad tears or worried frowns
Nor regrets, let smiles abound
For I am meme and not forgotten
(Even if I was a teasing rotter)

So dust me off and make me proud
And let the mischief abound
Give my spirit flesh to run
And make happy everyone.


Marc