Theatrical Muse 281 Zombie Apocalypse

I never was crazy on zombies. I remember when Wolfram and Hart tried to hire me for a Gig over in L.A. They offered to supply a zombie chorus line. (The shtick there is that their staff don’t have no, “until death do us part” clause in their contracts. They can die on the job, but they can’t just lie down and quit. I guess there are worse things than having to marry whoever picks up my talisman and starts chanting the right tune, after all.)

I turned them down flat. There ain’t no way I’m working with zombies. Most of them can’t sing worth a damn. They can’t dance, either; if they do a high kick or even a quick tap step their legs drop off. The only good thing about them is that the mummified ones burn real easy, but the customers need working glands and so on to build up a real head of emotion and zombies sure as Hell don’t have that.

So, what I’d do in the case of a zombie apocalypse is smoke right on out of there and listen to the witness arias later. Much later - maybe decades.

Muse; “Sweet” the singing demon,
Fandom; BTVS
Words, 196

Theatrical Muse 282 - Cremation or burial? Talk abut funeral arrangements.

Funeral Plans?

How should I know that? I won't be there!
If I'm the corpse, then how can I care?
I got no plans for this anytime soon.
Have you a prophecy? Show me the rune.

I been around for a helluva time,
Hearing the music and adding the rhyme.
Nothing's for always and even iron rusts,
Planets have ended in novas and dusts.

I'll tell you true as an operative could,
Sometimes a Gig doesn't end as it should.
Sometimes the show has a different last act.
Sometimes an operative doesn't come back.

If I don't dance to the end of the show,
Those who might grieve - why, they ain't gonna know.
One day the dark takes the last of the song.
When there’s no show then they’ll know that I’m gone.

There’ll be the last act, the last curtain falls.
That one last time there’ll be no curtain calls.

Muse; “Sweet” the singing demon,
Fandom; BTVS
Words, 150