“….Aaaaggghhh-ach Ahem. I’m sorry about that, something in my throat. My name is Zeke, and I eat brains,”

“Hi Zeke,” a reply came from the shambling corpses around the room while they drank coffee and smoked cigarettes.

“Today, I’ve been brain-free for two years,”

The rotting hands of the assembled audience clapped, and the leader of the group whose name was Ernie, asked him how he did it.

“Well like most of you, I’ve got a problem’. For years, I kept telling myself that it was okay, that every zombie eats brains. I never even thought about stopping. I thought I would die. A zombie starving to death? We’re zombies for god’s sake! But that’s the insanity that this disease brings out in us. I’ve begun making amends to surviving family members of the humans that I’ve eaten, and today I own and operate my own limb-stitching business. I couldn’t have done it without your support, so thank you,”

The walking abominations then joined hands and chanted, in unison.

“God, grant me the serenity…”