The undead (now then, now then!) waiting tirelessly for soarable weather?
Zombie ab initios marching inexorably towards the duty instructor baying for blood?
Souls of long departed glider pilots who roam the world restlessly howling for the days before the malign god EASA ruled the skies, sucking the heart out of our thermals?
Thanks to Chris for making me laugh out loud when I arrived in the gloom of this morning to see the lights flickering in their eyes.