Weekend at Bernie's

The Victorians were a funny old lot weren't they?

Anyway that's as far as I'll go with post-mortem photography. Fat Elvis' body has gone to the compost heap and his soul to where ever rhinoceros beetle's souls go.
I imagine there are lots of leaves and other male rhinoceros beetles to have fights with and every flavor of tree sap under the sun.

I'll check his tank for eggs after the weekend.