Nathan's 33rd birthday found us with the largest lobster I have ever cooked. So large, in fact, the actual cooking had to wait until the next day. With Davey home... sick, humbled, and sweet... we proceeded to turn this poor fellow bright red. I suppose this lobster's death was not in vain, though, for along with providing sustenance, he instigated great dialogue about death, what happens after death, and what living means.