A headless zombie body would not be able to eat my brains, but it might catch me and scoop my brains out before realizing the futility of its efforts. On the other hand, a zombie head would have extremely poor maneuverability, limited to rolling downhill, guided only by eyelash-flicking and differential loss of rotting ear flesh. Thus, based on zombie risk, I would carry out a careful topographical analysis of the surrounding terrain and then visit the head.
Those who visit graves: how do you deal with the (admittedly likely rare) occurrence of a hand shooting up out of a freshly filled grave and grabbing your ankle as you walk by?
I don’t visit graves per se, but I do attend night time movie screenings at Hollywood Forever cemetery. I deal with occurrences of hands shooting up out of the ground with anticipation and excitement. Willing it into reality with all my being. My will and/or being are as of yet not powerful enough to make it happen, sadly.
I thought that I had dealt with that issue rather comprehensively in my prior post.
In fact, given the danger of a zombie apocalypse, it behooves all responsible citizens to bury only their loved ones’ heads nearby, and the bodies somewhere that we can nuke without great concern.
Think about this made me realize something: I have NEVER seen the grave of a person I was related to, nor do I even know if any graves exist. I have seen some that my wife is related to, but never one of my own relatives. It never even occurred to me to find out whether anyone who passed was buried or not.
Apparently, I’m not supposed to fight the hypothetical this way… so if I assume that the pod people have compelled me to visit a grave site, I would pick whichever was closest to things I was doing that day. Might as well get some errands out of the way. The head/body distinction really has no meaning to me.
I just want to point out that we went to Sta. Maria sopra Minerva because it was less than a block from our hotel, not because we even knew St. Catherine of Siena’s body was there.
As a practicing Catholic, I would have a Mass said for the loved one, send a mass card to the appropriate relative, and save the travel budget to visit the living.
As for me, I’d visit the head. I suppose. If I envision talking to my departed loved one, I think of the expressions they’d make in conversation. I’d want to think of them smiling or how they’re eyes light up. It would be exceedingly weird to just visualize them putting their hands on their legs or crossing their arms.