He was a sweet boy who had been terribly abused. He wanted to die, and who could blame him? He reached for me, thinking that I contained poison. But I did not. I was full of honey.
He ate the honey and said to himself, “Folks say death is bitter, but it tastes very sweet to me.”
Honey Pot in The Poor Boy at the Grave, Grimms. Picture by Abraham van Strij.