Sir Lancelot is dead. He was alive when I left for school this morning, and then he wasn't when Rhian left an hour later. When she went to feed the fish, he wasn't breathing. Giving the isolation compartment a little shake, he just flopped around lifelessly. And she can't give him a decent burial "at sea," because the toilet still isn't working. So he's still there in the isolation tank, dead. At least the antibiotics should prevent him from rotting until we get back with some draino and a plunger. Some honour for the best fish that ever was.
Goodbye, Sir Lancelot - we loved you, and it felt like you loved us too. Thanks for giving us such joy in your short life; you were our first pet, and you will always be remembered. I hope you enjoy flaring your fins and gills at shadows, up in the Great Aquarium in the Sky.