Taxes are pretty unavoidable. But even more than that is death. Walking on the tundra of Nunavut you are never far from the bones of something that died. And that is just life in the arctic. It's only been the last 60 years or so where the Inuit have had access to grains, rice and vegetables. When the ground is covered in snow for 8 months of the year it becomes a matter of survival that something must die.
The humans utilize as much of the animal as possible and give the dogs the rest. The bones litter the tundra. And to a certain extent they litter the town as well. Everywhere you look you will see bones. There is not enough growth in the short 4 months of spring/summer/autumn to cover them all with fallen leaves. They stick out, a stark reminder of what it takes to live up here.
This happy little bone was a "birthday picture" for everyone's favorite MSPwaves metal and synthwave host, 
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