the necromancer raises every last skeleton residing in the graveyard and shouts “HA-HA! THE RITUAL IS COMPLETE! AT LONG LAST, THE SOULS AND UNYIELDING BONES OF THE DEAD ARE MINE TO COMMAND!”
the skeletons, possessing no large intestines and thus being devoid of souls, are not bound to the necromancer’s will. as any good conjurer of the dead worth their hell-salt knows, the reason you conjure zombies and not skeletons is due to them possessing their vulnerable, soul-filled large intestines.
defeated, and irreversibly self-owned, the necromancer sulks back to their dank, awful cave, while the skeletons go on to become talented florists and gardeners, accomplished jazz musicians, and otherwise productive, successful and welcomed members of society