"leaving jaw monkeys mangled corpse to sunbathe in what would be a beautiful day."
Very bad idea, you should have buried me. Instead the blistering sun begins to heat up the copious amounts of fecal gases billowing around the Monkey's insides. In short order the Monkey's bloated corpse reaches critical mass and explodes, sending ichor every which direction. The concussion of the blast knocks you into a dusty summer sault, you stop facing the direction of the Monkey-turned mushroom cloud, your hands proping you up, staring in amazement at the massive green cloud. A chunk of Femur punches right into your face, killing you instantly. Brown chili rain begins to douse your corpse. Just before you depart from this world you can hear the Monkey's ghostly voice singing his own rendition of a Prince song "Poo-ple rain".