I was biking to Diary Queen to pick up a check when I ran across this bloody mess. I've found that taking pictures of the dead is bound to get you some strange looks. I tenatively prodded the poor thing to make sure it was dead, looked around to make sure nobody was near, and started taking shots. It seems crass, but I would feel negligent to not capture something like this. 

While I was kneeling and taking some shots, a jogger stopped and stared. She just shrugged and kept running after I told her "He's, uh ... dead." R.I.P little guy.