The world dimmed and Jeff could feel his insect body breath its last. A few muscles twitched, but gradually went still.
He knew that he was dead.
Then why was he still aware?
He couldn't move, didn't feel his body breath, but he was still able to see after a fashion, even if the world was dim and washed out. He could hear, though muffled. He was aware of his body, but felt no pain.
His body was carefully dumped onto a large white cardboard and the wings spread out with great care. He could hear as a pin was driven though his back, making a slight crunch as it passed though his body and into the cardboard. Mr. Weston hummed quietly as he pinned the wings down. In just a few moments. Jeff sensed as his body was held up, pinned securely. "Well, my pretty. You'll make an excellent addition to my collection. I would love to know how you got here, you're so out of place." He seemed to think, "I wonder if you escaped from somewhere around here."
Wanted to scream as his neighbor carefully placed him in a frame, slide a glass over him, and hung his bizarre coffin on his office wall.