I wonder if, as he was leaving, he went to check up on his vineyard one more time and count the bees and he saw that one of the hives was withered, so he picked it up and took it with him and he's a beekeeper now, on top of vintner? You can make quite a good mead if you know what you're doing and have a large enough glass jar. Can you imagine? A winemaker beekeeper old commie storyteller in heaven. Naa, he's with my brother now, somewhere in their homeland open fields, talking shit about politics and chasing women, eating all they can, smoking the good old brands without a filter. I told mum if she ever happens to hear an odd noise in the middle of the night, coming from the pantry, that's just him sneaking back to steal the good sausages.