Little mouse, with your bright beady eyes, whiskery nose and silky gray fur, good-bye.

I'm glad you're gone, but did you have to die in the garage wall? You have gone back to the earth, and soon your molecules will once again be part of nature's resources--but in the meantime, your olfactory trail remains too prominent.

Good-bye little mouse. May you rest (odorlessly) in peace.

does anyone have any suggestions what to do about the smell?