Friday, April 11, 2008

A Matter of Grave-ity


George Blesset ate the flesh of his fellow man long before, in an act of almost divine retribution, he became a zombie. Just a morsel of liver here, a scraping of thigh there, a piece of sautéed heart with pickled walnuts for supper. After his death and summery return to unlife he continued his work as the town’s second favourite undertaker (he never did forgive the Co-op) with his son fronting the business. Now their specialty was Egyptian mummification. It was the easiest way to disguise the missing brains he needed to maintain higher IQ levels. It also added weight to their slogan: “Sustaining After-Life.”

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