I remembered reading a story from Grandma Mary where a dog she loved was standing beside the road and as she watched him, a car purposely swerved to hit him and he was killed. She was devastated, but after tears and anguish of heart, she decided to get over it and to be happy thinking, 'At least it wasn't one of my children'. I thought that showed a lot of wisdom.
Honestly I think the whole R.I.P. part is funny. Where did they learn (besides Halloween) that that goes on a grave?