All dogs go to heaven... or hell... or no where?

Here is the weird question of the night posed to me by one of my tables, "Would you bury a dog in your backyard?" Well, it depends, what happened and how much are you going to pay me, no really it was a discussion that was leading to the explanation that she was planning on burying her dog of 10 years in her backyard after he had just passed. Well it wasn't so much of a burial as it was also going to be a full ceremony with a headstone or plaque and all! Yes, she really asked me that, but why?!? I'm here to serve you your food and make sure everything runs smoothly, I'm not here to listen to your story or weigh in with my opinion on whether you should bury your dog in your yard! Not to mention, because it's really bugging me, this lady needed to learn to put lipstick on the correct way, and not in the way a clown puts in on to make huge lip outlines, oh and the choice of bright pink was... horrific, unless you are indeed a clown, which at that point, I apologize. When I give you my opinion; no I would not bury my dog in my yard; why do you find the need to prove me wrong, because I just checked what I typed above, and you asked me if I would, not what I thought, yep, just double checked it and that's what you asked. Hey lets make this more of a pity parade and discuss those who are no longer in our lives and whether or not we should bury them in our yard, yay! Why is it people have to have diarrhea of the mouth and just ask the weirdest of questions? Oh and your son who appeared to be about 25, but acted like he was 18 was a total winner when he made smart ass remarks to me the whole time, like I was the peanut gallery and it was his job to make me laugh, oh, your tip just called to and said it wasn't enough to put up with your crazy question.