My death, indirectly, was the result of the current pestilence impacting the world. My immediate dying journey began when I was pruned from the beloved California Bay tree that had provided my scent of bay leaves to students in the outdoor classroom for many years. My leaves were sent to people all over the country so they could use them in food preparation. I was trusted, loved, and useful. I was killed because the parent tree I lived on had to be cut down to make space for expansions needed due to Covid Distancing rules for classrooms. I am still useful since my gifted artist owner will use me for art projects in my newly dead incarnation. No worries. Onward.