And to think: He owes it all to a divine loophole! Eating meat during Lent would be sinful, but fortunately (wink, wink) this isn't meat. No, no. Far from it. It's merely the flesh of an… animal. That lives in the sea.
And the best (read: worst) part? The fish is having more fun with this than the parishoners! Posing for the placard, wearing the chef's hat, smiling.
Face it: he loves the attention as much as he craves the dying.
Look at him. Pious, yet smug. He knows they're coming for him. Now is his season. They have no choice but to eat him, and he will accommodate.
You can't read the entire codicil at the bottom of the notice: "They'll even bake fish for those who can't eat fried food!"
The fish has arranged it cleverly. They have no reason to deny him now. Nothing stands in the way of their sacred duty (the eating of fish), nor his (the being eaten).
(Thanks to Dr. Mary for the referral and the photo.)