So, you’re a re-animated corpse. Ever since your neighbour went crazy and chewed your arm off, life’s really gone downhill. Not only are you forced to walk/crawl/hobble the earth forever (or until you’re gruesomely killed by some well-intentioned human), but you’re constantly hungry.
It’s enough to make anyone depressed and angry, as illustrious illustrator Greg Stones delightfully depicts in Zombies Hate Stuff. It turns out that these cranky corpses actually harbour a strong dislike for everything from roosters and civil-war re-enactors to moon penguins and unicorns.
It’s a hard life being undead.