I expected my beautiful, lovely wife back. Instead of her rich, supple skin I got this. A grotesque, decaying corpse. Still in her bridal gown that she had been buried in because she thought it was the most beautiful she had ever looked. That memory was lost to me now after seeing this horror. What was I supposed to do now? This wasn’t my wife. This was an abomination. I see why the genie had that rule about not bringing anyone back from the dead now. It definitely wasn’t pretty.