Upon a fluffy cloud in Heaven, a prone form appears. Corps-like, clad in a hospital gown and the ravages of disease making age indeterminate it appears inanimate but for a moment.
Then, eyelids lurch open, and like lift by the strings of a morbid puppeteer one arm rises. The arm then leans to within the eyes field of view, there is a moment of stillness, the the arm *shears* into a gory mess. This is immediately followed by the hospital gown twisting into a huge protective gelatinous chrysalis covered in klaxons howling in emergency.