Fishy Irony

Many years ago Caleb and Kaden each got a gold fish. They were warned at the time of purchase that gold fish don't live very long (at least in our family they never have), and so they needed to be prepared for when they died. Well wouldn't you know it, those blasted things just wouldn't die. I tried to convince Kristen to just stop feeding them, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. And when the boys heard me say that, they weren't too happy about it. So, like good owners, we kept feeding them.
Well, about a month ago, one of them finally died. The boys tried to accuse me of killing him because I didn't clean the fish bowl soon enough. I promise--I'm an innocent man! It was just his time to go. And if it was because of the dirty water, then why didn't they both die? "Good point", you say. And, unlike the movies, where they just flush the fish down the toilet, we had to have an official burial. After the ceremony was over, and we were walking back to the house, Katelyn asked me if he would have happy family members waiting for him on the other side. I assured her he would.
So, now my thinking was maybe the other fish will die soon also. It was only wishful thinking, however, because I definitely wasn't going to do anything about it. I'd already been accused of murder once.
Well, last week, while I was in Alaska, and Kristen and the kids were in California, we left the fish at the neighbor's house to be watched until we returned. And as fate would have it, the other fish died. But no, the story doesn't end there. Our neighbors, feeling horribly guilty for having killed our last gold fish, went and bought us another one to replace it. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!
Fortunately, Kristen was able to convince them that we weren't upset, and that they could keep the new goldfish for themselves. And I'm sure there were more happy family members on the other side (because I know there were some on this side)!