Nirvana

I saw a bee the other day on my Echinacea (Pink Cone Flower) whatever you people call it.  I touched it, yes, it was dead.  I immediately thought to myself - what a way to go.  Just resting on one of the most beautiful flowers on Earth.  This bee had died a beautiful death - and was just basking in the sunlight pink petal of nirvana.  I was for a brief mili-second jealous of this bee.  How could I ever die like this?  Next to something I passionately need and love completing it as it completes me.  Bees are just wonderful.