A trout called Egon.

Today, in the middle of Europe, in the early hours of the morning, shortly after daybreak, Egon died. A sudden unexpected electric shock killed him.

Simply burying or burning in the crematorium was out of the question. It was noon, lunchtime.

So he was spiced turned into flour, provided with fresh herbs jewelry and then fried in a big black pan.

IN MEMORIAM: Egon, you were excellent ...