I'm sorry you had to die at my hand. Casey should have warned you before he brought you home to me that every plant I've ever had has died shortly after coming into my care. I tried to take good care of you, but my attempts have failed and I have been saddened to witness your withering away. When you return to that garden in the sky, please give my regards to the countless number of plants that have graced our presence for such a short time. Oh how I loved you, Easter Lily. Please forgive me.
(We're lucky Benson is still alive considering my track record at caring for delicate things.)