Poor Ken died! No, I'm not talking about KenP a/k/a Old Indiana Man. I'm talking about my fish, Ken. We have a 55 gallon tank and Ken was the first fish to take up residence a few years ago. Since then, dozens of fish have come and gone but Ken had remained the king of the castle, probably quadrupling in size.
Originally his name was Greg but the day after we named him my son started calling him Ken. ???? "Isn't his name Greg?" I asked.
"Yes, his name is Greg, but his friends call him Ken." Evan had found a name he liked better than Greg.
"Well then, I'll have to start calling him Ken too."
Although what I really ended up calling him was "Greg, but you can call him Ken." which never failed to bring the giggles to my son. He knew how absurd his idea was, but we went with it.
Anyway Ken was the first resident, and he was the last. The tank is officially void of fish. Hmmmm Anyone want to tell Evan about Ken when he gets home from a sleep over? I sure don't.
Oh and Ken, I'm glad it was the fish and not the guy. lol