Jaccob was in his seventies. He lived alone in Alaska, having outlived his parents, his siblings, and had only occasional contact his nieces and nephews. He would simply fish, sometimes that meant bringing a chisel. He was alone in his cabin, and had no real interest in the outside world. He had no grand ambitions, his youth was spend, and he wasn't getting it back, best to accept it and enjoy the quiet and calm that had been denied him his entire life. He didn't like the cold, but he enjoyed the quiet.
Then the pink shock-wave came. It passed over the animals without affecting them at all, the witless beasts went about their business as they had since before humans dared learn of good and evil. Jaccob saw it, and figured the atomic bombs had finally been dropped. He quickly said one last prayer, knowing better than to run, and waited for the end.
Instead as the pink wave washed over him, his body changed... first his skin turned rubbery, losing all body hair except the hair on his head that turned bright red and moved into a twirl upwards shape. He shrank down and down, his body becoming that of a three year old... his clothing changed into a single bright blue pair of overalls covered in multicolor polka-dots. A pair of wings like big-top flaps formed out of his back.Meanwhile his eyes became purple swirls, and little fangs formed out of his mouth as he nails became purple claws with sparkles. And the spade tail poked out of his banks. Jackie-Bob giggled to himself, feeling himself changed all over! And... He just kept on fishing. He wasn't dead, and he could continue doing what he loved, so why should he stop? Maybe new friends might stop by some time, and if not, oh well, he fish forever if he felt like it.