He really is dead. All.

You don’t want to do something. Oh, Barry, stop. Who told you humans are taking our honey? That's a bee law. You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! - You're bluffing. - Am I? Surf's up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you? - He really is dead. All right. One at a.