A moment of enlightenment. That death is an utter blowing out, full on gift to the universal mulch. Given fully and freely, everything is given, available, all knowledge, all intuition, all lessons learned. Only when we hold back, wanting eternal extra life, or reward, or punishment, is it all wasted and poisoned.
Burst the seed pod, not knowing how many mutations, how many chickens rather than proto-chickens, let it all be available, recycle the lot, generously, pour it all out.