You've been through a lot, but you're not total scum. Sure, Pete made you face a thousand horrors across the globe to find his hobo-treasure, then threatened to kill you just because he had a change of heart about giving it to a complete stranger... but now that he's dead, it's kind of hard to stay mad at him. You know where the real treasure is now, so you might as well take a moment to give him a proper burial.

Only trouble is, the ground here is just sand and rocks. You can't possibly bury him here. There's a good patch of green on the map in the southern region of the island. You grab Pete's collar and begin the long task of dragging his body across the island...

After a hellish journey under the menacing sun, you arrive at a beautiful clearing of sweet-smelling grass, perfectly suited for Pete's final resting place. Oh, crap! You forgot to bring the shovel! It's still lying at the palm tree where you found Pete's note... on the opposite end of Skull Island! There's no choice but to go back and get it. But you can't leave Pete lying here like this... not only have the hot sun and the ample insect wildlife accelerated his body's decomposition, but without you around, some predator's bound to drag him away for dinner. As you ponder the situation, your eyes fall on something lying in the grass...

Why! It's a can of WD-40, just like it said on the map. Pete had a funny taste in details. A sane person might've marked down "rattlesnake colony" or "ravine full of sea urchins". You pick up the can and read the list of applications. Cleans, lubricates, protects... Ah! There we go. "All-purpose embalming fluid: WD-40's handy-dandy instant hardening compositive can simply be sprayed on the skin to provide instant preservation for those embalmings on-the-fly!" Great. You give Pete a full dosage, spraying him from head to toe until the can is empty. You walk away to collect your shovel, absently marveling at the other functions WD-40 offers... displacing moisture, cleaning off rust, raising the dead and providing them with supernatural strength and the gift of flight, dissolving adhesives...

You stop in your tracks when you hear a peculiar groaning behind you, and a sound as if someone's cracking walnuts and mashing dried fruits. You turn around, seeing Pete's dehydrated and reanimated body crawling to its feet.

A scream wells up from deep in your throat. Dropping the can, you turn and run, run, run... but you forgot he can fly now, dummy. From the sky, Pete's hungry corpse crashes into you. You have only a second to stare into the fiery lights of hell in his eyes before he lunges and rips out your throat with his dried-up gums. But let's be honest here, you were asking for it, Mr. Bleeding Heart.

START AGAIN, EL COMPASSIONATÉ!