When it rains it pours I guess. Once your genitalia start decomposing I imagine it’s a bit difficult to pick out any individual sores (wow, I hope y’all aren’t reading this right after breakfast) and really, why would you want to?
No matter how much people say they love you, nobody’s ever very psyched to see you come lurching on out of the grave and back towards their arms. I daresay even Rose would give it a second thought if Jack came trudging up out of the surf, dripping with seaweed and sloughing off flesh. She’d probably be just as happy if his heart didn’t go on at the point.