Okey Dokey, here it goes.
I was at my friends house a while ago and her brother's iguana had been kinda sick. The next morning when we woke up we saw him putting it in a shoebox.
We were all thinking of how to get rid of it, we knew we didn't want to bury it, because they had a dog and dogs like to dig. In their backyard they have a firepit so we all decided on a cremation scheduled for that evening.
That thing smelt so BAD, we all thought were going to lose our dinners. The worst part was that the wind was blowing and we could smell it everywhere we went around the house. We tried going out front to hang out, going into their basement and almost everywhere else in the house.
I don't think that memory is ever going to fade away... sadly.