It began as a tiny seed, and grew surrounded by friends.
Then, one day it was picked from the patch and travelled to (what it thought was) a good home.
Then, one night it was, rather unceremoniously, hacked into pieces and its insides ripped out.
The pulp was roasted with thoughts of soup in mind and then the seeds were tossed with oil, sea salt and spices and put in the oven to roast.
And then they were enjoyed. A lot. You lived a good life pumpkin. Thank you.