An elegant, almost sumptuous costume, very superior to that of the others, but yet lugubrious, as befits your undertaker's man.
He is no anatomical dissector, cutting his subject open, carving its flesh with the scalpel of his mandibles; he is literally a gravedigger, a sexton.

While the others--Silphae, Dermestes, Horn-beetles--gorge themselves with the exploited flesh, without, of course, forgetting the interests of the family, he, a frugal eater, hardly touches his booty on his own account.

He buries it entire, on the spot, in a cellar where the thing, duly ripened, will form the diet of his larvae.

He buries it in order to establish his progeny therein.
This hoarder of dead bodies, with his stiff and almost heavy movements, is astonishingly quick at storing away wreckage.

In a shift of a few hours, a comparatively enormous animal--a Mole, for example--disappears, engulfed by the earth.