K is for Kibosh (or why zombies don’t believe in God)
(This entry brought to you courtesy of Andy)
I supposed K could have been for Kill. (Obvious) Or Kidney. (Good stuffed in mushrooms) Or Kinky. (Zombie sex) Or even Kyanize, which is defined as:
to make resistant to decay by treatment with a solution of mercuric chloride
Of course, this only pertains to wood, which doesn’t help the living dead and would only cause Jerry to snicker and make some comment about “sporting wood…”
Jerry: Dude, you said “wood.”
See what I mean? So you get the point. In any case, none of them appealed to me or to the author, who is a bit of a shut-in and could use a trip to the Hustler Club, if you get my drift. So we ended up going with Kibosh.
Why Kibosh? Because of this line in Breathers:
“…being able to smell your own rotting flesh tends to put the kibosh on your belief in a divine power.”
Needless to say, zombies don’t tend to have a lot of faith in God. You don’t see the undead shambling to the local church in their Sunday best to sing the praises of a higher intelligence. Most of us would rather stay home and watch football. Or curl up with a good book and a cup of tea.
Once you reanimate, you wonder what kind of God would purposely do this to you? Never mind about the life that you’ve lost and are now forced to watch from the sidelines. Forget about the way your dog rolls on your or the way your cats use you for a scratching post. What you wonder is what kind of a higher intelligence would bring you back from the dead to be ridiculed and vilified and imprisoned in a zombie zoo? Or worse, on a reality TV show? While it’s bad enough to have to deal with the embarrassment of public sloughage, there’s nothing worse than suffering through the indignities of putrefaction on network television.
It’s enough to turn even the most devout believers into skeptics, so it’s not surprising that zombies can tend to get a little surly. Of course, just because we have our doubts about the existence of a supreme being doesn’t mean we don’t have a conscience. After all, when you’ve started eating human flesh, even if you’ve never believed in God or heaven, you still tend to wonder about eternal damnation.
(Next entry: L is for Lullaby)
