Other than a couple of fiddler crabs and a trio of brine shrimp, not much of anyone else attended the ceremony. Truth be told, Dave had never been the best-liked of mollusks. He was a strangely reticent fellow with seldom a word of any sort, be it good or bad, to say about anything. Whether he was merely a private sort or blatantly antisocial depended on whom one was to ask.
The Crabb brothers sidled slowly forward to pay their token respects. Steve whispered to Joe, “Hardly a shell of his former self, eh?” The two chuckled irreverently, albeit softly.