The rotting monkey paw crawls up your arm like a spider and hugs the side of your head. It then promptly falls back into your hands with it's index finger curled, awaiting your next wish.
Granted it's the perfect hug you felt complete in the strangers arms, they walk out the door a moment later and you never see them again. No hug will ever live up.
Granted, a buff dude manifests and hugs you so hard he breaks all your ribs