Consume Product

So when my brother's wife had a miscarriage my mother called me in my dorm room and I was really drunk on Lucky Number 7/11 malt liquor. I asked if they kept it and preserved it or if they still had it I wanted it. Now, this didn't shock anyone because I was always into the esoteric and eccentric, and loved the freak show at the county fair, supernatural, horror, and loved Halloween (I still do but kids barely trick or treat and there are official hours not on Halloween and that is blasphemous to me, but instead of having community safety and police officers on patrol because of nons and untermench lumpenprole ruining the holiday for humans they have trunk or treat at secular community center parking lots and late afternoon trick or treating on the Saturday before the Halloween. Anyway, they went to the Jersey Shore to my godparents' timeshare the following summer while I was taking summer classes and employed in the university IT department. A shark had washed up on shore, and it was pregnant, and one of the local curio shops on the boardwalk was able to acquire the fetuses, which were then preserved in jars. This is the souvenir they brought me.