Just to let you guys know, the snake is pining for the fjords. The snake is no more. He has ceased to be. He has expired, and gone to meet his Maker. He's a stiff. Bereft of life, he rests in peace. His metabolic processes are now history. He's off the twig, he's kicked the bucket, he's shuffled off his mortal coil, run down the curtain, and joined the Choir Invisible.
He's an ex-snake.