Imagine living a life where the only thing you could eat was ungarnished, plain chicken for every single meal and nothing else. Then, you’ll have a better idea of what it’s like to live death as a zombie. The undead never get a free second to add a little variety into their diet. As soon as they crack open a skull there’s someone trying to shoot their face off, or someone trying to deliver a head-exploding roundhouse kick. It’s not a luxurious life.
If I had the chance and the balls, I’d open up a fine dining resturant reserved for zombies only. We would over the average brain connoisseur a new taste experience.