I have a very old friend who lives in Scotland. He told me of an uncle of his who used to keep bees in his roof garden in Edinburgh. Unfortuately, his uncle died and the day of his dead uncle’s funeral, arrangements were made for a hearse to take his body to the local church. The story goes that the bees swarmed and followed the hearse down the road to the church. What a beautiful send-off from the bees!