The worst gift that I ever gave a girl was a suitcase for Christmas. As in, 'I can't think of anything to give you, but here's a new suitcase.' Afterward, I was like, 'What were you thinking, idiot?' ↗
After a while I started to think of that as an image of something that went a lot deeper than the dead dog, which is you can't bring back anything to life. ↗