You've got a funeral and there they are at the cemetery. The chief pallbearer says, "If anyone objects to the burying of this body, let him speak now or forever hold his peace."
Someone speaks up, because we've all heard of criminal types burying rocks in a casket and then instigating successful crime sprees long after their supposed death.
"All right," one of the underling pallbearers says, pulling out a crank that's inset in the edge of the coffin. He starts turning it, and we all can hear the familiar strains of "Pop Goes The Weasel."
The music gets right to that well known moment of truth, then the coffin lid flips open and the person springs up. Instead of a normal body, there's a normal head and a paper body with a spring inside it, and the base of the body is connected intrinsically with the lining of the casket.