I'm a Zombie, You're a Zombie, She's a Zombie

On a dusty rural road, right at the cemetery gates, two cars collide. They flew at each other, and no one wanted to give in. As a result, both died, taking with them to the afterlife the cyclist, who stopped there to relieve himself. Having brought the corpses into a more or less decent form for burial, the cemetery master sat comfortably in a chair next to the coffins and began to read. But, firstly, he read aloud, and secondly, not just a book, but a book about “Revenge of the Zombies.” He especially liked the passage about the ancient voodoo spell...