Then it disperses throughout all his limbs, and he tears it out as a skewer is pulled from wet wool, severing the veins and sinews along with it.’ He said, ‘He takes hold of it, but once he has taken it, they do not leave it in his hand for even the blink of an eye before taking it and wrapping it in that sackcloth.’ He said, ‘From it comes a stench like that of the foulest carcass ever found on earth. They ascend with it, and every company of angels they pass asks, “What is this wicked soul?” They reply, “So-and-so, son of so-and-so,” calling him by the ugliest names by which he was known in this world, until they reach the lowest heaven with it. They ask for it to be opened, but it is not opened