Well, I can appreciate that. Just as well, really, no use in dancing with the concept of death when you could be living the reality of life. Though, again, not human. Don't have any human conceptions. Got a lot of non-human, non-bear conceptions, but not a human.

Anyway. Mr. Bearyerly. If I can ever interest you in some honey on toast, as a conciliatory gesture for your sorry person-skin trapped-bear state, I'd consider it my honour.