Miracle of death - an excerpt from Fight Club novel.

For two years, Chloe's been crying in my arms during the hug time, and now she's dead, dead in the ground, dead in an urn, mausoleum, columbarium. Oh, the proof that one day you're thinking and hauling yourself around, and the next, you're cold fertilizer, worm buffet. This is the amazing miracle of death.

One Haiku from Fight Club:
Worker bees can leave
Even drones can fly away
The queen is their slave