You know how when you get those greeting cards from Papyrus, they all come with that little golden hummingbird sticker?
And when you remove the sticker to put it on the envelope, it leaves an impression of the hummingbird behind on the white backing, inside a circle of gold.
But it's just an impression. Because the golden one, the real one, has gone on -- to serve its purpose -- to fulfill its life's goal -- to seal your well-wishes -- to make someone smile or laugh or cry.
And the remains of that hummingbird -- the alabaster, slightly raised, skeletal version of what once was, is all that's left.
And who wants that?