Because you can't bury them in the sky!
A complaint Bernard!
With a Ruff IRA.
Me, genuinely, earlier today. Wife said no.
Me: You mean after I die, right
They both grind on bones to make their bread.
A Blasfemur
Better question would be: Why were they in the tree in the first place?
Pin its other hand to the ground.
The coming of the Lord.
Because it's blue