I had walked through the graveyard night after night looking for the perfect plot in which to be buried. I knew that my time was near and I needed to make many decisions in my life such as picking out the graveyard that I wanted to be put to rest. There was something about this particular graveyard that kept drawing me back night after night. I wasn't sure, but I could sense that I had a connection with it at a spiritual level. People think about so many things before they die but the one thing that they don't think about enough is which graveyard they choose, because if they select the wrong one they may end up going to hell instead of heaven. Many graveyards are haunted by evil spirits such as ghouls and these graveyards are the ones that you quite obviously want to avoid.
I strolled through the graveyard knowing that I had less than two days to live which was a strange experience, but my experience became stranger when I noticed that I wasn't the only one that was walking through the graveyard in the middle of the night. I looked around me and there were all sorts of spirits of people walking in every direction. They had to have seen me, but they ignored me which was fine. I guess that now that I only had a couple days to live I was being given a sneak peek into the afterlife. But upon closer inspection I realized that the bodies were not in fact spirits but they were flesh and blood humans.
One of them came up to me and shook my hand and said, "I heard that you will be joining us soon."
I nodded and asked, "Are you a spirit?"
He shook his head and said, "I'm a zombie."
He then walked away and I tried to figure out how he was a zombie as not only him but all the others looked so good in appearance. None of them had rotting flesh or missing limbs. They looked like normal people. I watched them for the rest of the night and as the sun began to rise they all crawled back into their plots and covered themselves with dirt. I liked that they looked so good, so I called my lawyer the next day to tell him I had selected a graveyard for my burial.
Two days later I died. My funeral was a quick set of prayers which led to the procession in the graveyard. I heard the priest say the last prayers and everyone left. I could sense that my coffin was still above the plot and I could also sense that there was someone else around me. Then my coffin lid was lifted open and in front of me was a ghoul that I had sensed several days earlier in the graveyard but had never given it a second thought. He looked down on me and I noticed that he had a hose in his hand that was attached to a canister. Then without warning he sprayed my body and said, "I am the exterminator."
My spirit gagged from the spray and I said to him, "What are you spraying me with?"
"A spray to prevent all the bugs and maggots from eating your body and prevent decomposition. "
"Why? Aren't we supposed to decompose?"
He laughed and said, "Yes, that's true, but if I prevent you from decomposing and when my time comes to eat you, there's just so much more of you to consume."