The Other Beings find dried desiccated skin coated bones a delicacy of the highest order. And you should be honored to be cured to such a state, to become a treat, a bloodless dusty bonbon, an ash pudding. Break your teeth gnawing on the rocks for their lichen encrusted crevices you'll only find the flavor of woe of those that have come before, all consumed, like your fate has selected for you.