Everybody likes to make these types of suicide memes, but I believe The Bee Movie jokes are truly one of a kind.

“B-Barry-kun,” Vanessa stuttered, “I… I have something to tell you…”

Barry felt his length begin to harden.

“What is it, Vanessa?”

She shuddered, crossing her arms in a taut pretzel, and inhaled deeply.

“I’m into bee-stiality.”

Barry couldn’t repress his lust any longer; his 122-day lifespan was far too short for him not to act on his primal urges. Whipping out his engorged “stinger,” the honeybee began to drool over Vanessa’s form, now bee-ing stripped of its pesky clothing by her own free will. He viciously enters her shitter; her nipples begin to become stiff.

“Oh, Ken!”

A pause: absolute silence rang throughout the room.

“What the fuck did you just say, bee-tch?”

“B-B-Barry… I didn’t mean it, I swear!”

…But there was no stopping him now. Dripping with lust and pre-cum, Barry squirms and wiggles into Vanessa’s bee-hind like an insect to a flower. Clenching her body from the pain, Vanessa hears a sharp, wincing snap permeate throughout the air. Turning around in horror, Vanessa realized what she had done. Bug-goop dripped from her cavernous crapper.

Barry was still.

“I… I… I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to,” a sniff, “Why, Barry, why? Why? I loved you… you were the only one who cared for me… the only one who didn’t drink and beat and hurt me… Barry… Barry…”

She sobs and sobs over Barry’s lifeless corpse. His head remained intact, but his entire lower section had been completely bee-headed.

Suddenly, a flash of light; wings fluttered softly. The body began to move once more.

Lifting his head up high, what could be blood or semen or tears in his eyes, Barry coughs and gasps into the air…

“How’s that for pollination?”

And he remained still once more.