In the Wild, We have no issues with recycling. Everything and everybody gets recycled all the time. Rhinos eat vegetation, and in turn make poop, which in turn nourishes the landscape.
When any of Us feels too limp to forage for food, a committee of critters arrives and starts the demolition process. We expect it, so it is nothing special.
Keeps the Wild shipshape. We approve of that.
Your Inner Rhino 
This is a little startling — even heartbreaking. I know you tried to break it to us reasonably, but by now I don’t really conceive of Rhinos as anything less than irrepressible spirits that munch, cogitate, wrestle (inwardly), skip, and dance on forever. Also answer the unanswerable questions of the rest of creation. Doesn’t that deserve better than just an endgame demolition committee?
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All We are discussing here is what becomes of our Rhino bodies which are no more crucial than a blade of grass or a sneeze. All that really matters is RhinoJoy, which is eternal and recycles each and every instant.
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