So… I just got a phone call from a family business acquaintance giving me his condolences for the death of my father, who regrettably passed away from a heart attack about a week ago. It was all very touching. It was also extremely confusing considering my father woke up at five in the morning today and drove to the Miami International Airport three hours away to pick up grandma. Last I heard, that sort of activity requires a certain amount of… aliveness… <<<(I can’t believe that’s actually a word). Yes, it would appear no one had the decency to inform dad of his recent demise and the poor man has been walking around for a week thinking he’s still one of the living. It’s all very tragic.

On the other hand, the zombie apocalypse is evidently here and now we know the zombies don’t want to eat our brains. They just want to whine and complaint at us and be an all around nuisance until we eat our own brains just to make it stop.

Aim for the head, guys.