The Casket Bursts Open and the Cats Claw Their Way Out

It is not on a pedestal and table. It is in a glass case. The cats are clawing at their cages trying to get out. This sound is deafening. You take five points of sanity and your immediate compulsion is to get the fuck out of there. Fucking hell. Now. Yeah, the casket's open. Can I grab that damn thing? You can. And I'll start trying to carry it and let my happy ass back through the hall of insane-looking kitties. Tell them I found it. Actually, go for the front door. A couple of them are starting to actually tear their way through the cages. They do not look okay.