It's in your last paragraph, I'm sure you've found it. And no, it only has a double meaning if you really force it into it. However, the image that came into my mind inadvertently was so comically bizarre that I just had to mention it.
Btw, I once traveled with someone who would do just that: stop for roadkill whenever possible, especially for birds of prey, and hold a brief ceremony for them: remove them from the road, sprinkle tobacco onto them, and cut off a piece of its wing, to make a dream-catcher out of it later. This way they would end up as something more beautiful than flattened roadkill.
Wow amazing! What a lovely ritual. In the UK many years ago we would eat roadkill pheasant and deer.