'Makes sense.' Ben paused. Then he started laughing helplessly.
I gave him a sidelong look. 'What?'
'My mother would be so offended right now. How dare I get attacked by zombies at her funeral? I should have had the decency to do it tomorrow.'
'Technically, you're not at the funeral anymore. The funeral ended when the last of the mourners went home.'
Ben shook his head. 'Nope, I'm supposed to go home, eat casserole, and be sad.'
'Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't know.' I looked down at the zombies. 'You hear that? You're getting in the way of casserole!'
The zombies moaned. Ben laughed. We waited for the police to arrive.