And on a grassy knoll on an island, a tall, already skeletal corpse was laid to rest.
Not far away, a large skink twitched irritably as a brilliant green fly landed on its nose. The fly took off again, wings buzzing as it followed the undeniably alluring scent of death to its source.
Trace molecules of acetic acid and methyl disulfide guided the egg-laden blowfly to the fresh corpse. It landed on its nose, which didn't twitch. Turning in delicate pirouettes, the fly touched and tasted the salty skin through the chemoreceptors on the soles of its six feet. Finally, selecting the corner of one vacant, staring eye, it extended its ovipositor and began carefully laying its eggs.
The eggs would begin hatching fifteen hours later. Each larva would immediately begin tearing into the exposed flesh, slicing through tissue to satisfy their insatiable appetites, until retreating into ground to undergo their final metamorphosis into adults, to begin the cycle anew.
In mori veritas