Compost: Rotten and Rich

Owing to a lifetime of teaching first grade, I admit to a certain guilty pleasure this year in having no children around for whom I felt obligated to toast pumpkin seeds, or now to turn the jack-o-lantern into a pie.  He looks suitably handsome in the organic rubbish heap, soon to be rotten and rich compost.  Is it not an equally worthy end?

Who knew retirement would be so freeing as this?  dkm