A dead bug with a wonderful blue color lying stone-dead on the remains of horse dung. A perfect situation for dying, isn’t it?
You as a bug found this incredible huge pile of your favorite food. More than you can eat in the next few years. You look around, think “Oh my dear, that’s to cool to be true”, your bug-mouth forms a kind of big grin and then - click - you pass away.
I hope that I’ll kick the bucket in a similar way one day. Well, not in an pile of dung but with a big grin on my face.