Wyatt's fish died this morning too. Poor guy bust into tears when I confirmed it. His fish was named Flipper, so as my Aunt Cindy said: Flipper Down!
I actually think his tail got caught in the filter and he was not strong enough to pull himself out.
We had another proper burial and after many hugs and kisses he was re-assured that he would get another fish next weekend.
So long Flipper!