So one day you and the neighbor are getting together for burgers and hot dogs in the back yard, rockin’ out to Van Halen’s 1984 album and watching the kids put on their floaties and snorkels for a quick dip in the pool. . . and the next day his decomposing corpse is shuffling aimlessly about the yard, begging for brains and drooling over your miniature schnauzer.
It happens, people.