"The kids loved Paul. So did the gamblers. His legion of fans had requested a memorial and now the Sea Life aquarium where he lived, frolicked and died in Oberhausen, Germany, has one. The 6 1/2-foot tall memorial is made of plastic (not bronze? marble?) and — here’s where it gets a little weird — inside is a gold-leaf covered urn containing Paul’s cremated remains."
The only thing I like about this story is the mention of 'cremated remains'. No octopus can predict the future or he would have predicted his own death. Hell, even I could have foreseen that. Pretty convenient that when he wasn't needed to guess the outcomes of soccer games that he suddenly up an died? Suicide or murder is more like it. Both of which I approve of where these stupid bulbheads are concerned. Here's another prediction - I predict that anyone who believes in a fortune telling cepahlopod will turn out to be a goober. HEY, I was RIGHT! GAH!
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Other than making for some good sashimi, these things have no redeeming social values...
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