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'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.

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My eyes adjusted. The movement in the field became a man: tall, dark-haired, wearing a brown suit that looked like it had seen better days. He was walking through the knee-high grass with an unsteady lurch that would have confirmed his status as one of the infected even if it hadn't been for the drool on his chin.

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The world isn't so good with funerals anymore.
Deaths, sure; we have plenty of those. We can give you death in any shape or size you want. Good death, bad death, slow death, fast death - the modern world is the fucking Amazon.com of dying. Maybe it wasn't like that before the Rising hit and the dead started to walk, but hey, guess what: All that shit happened, and now we're the rats in the wreckage, living and dying in the aftermath of our parents' mistakes.

Review to come.

I think back to every Japanese horror film I have ever seen.

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She grew up in a very tight household, which she ran away from when she was fourteen... And the place she ran away to had no television...

Exactly HOW many Japanese horror films has she seen?!