This amusing picture caught my attention this week while exploring the morbid pits of the thing they call facebook. It shows Death, The Grim Reaper, scythe in hand warning a putrid meatbag (read: human) that no mortal can escape death - it is all-consuming, terrible and swift. As if on humorous cue, a Zombie reanimates, it's dishevelled arm bursting through the loose soil of the freshly dug grave in the background like a Xenomorph bursting through the chest of a cocooned host. This, of course, tarnishes Death's warning; the Zombie is clearly dead but has escaped his 'dead' moorings, rising again to be among the living. Death promptly scolds the Zombie, spraying it with some vile concoction (likely, water or, in a fitting gesture, weed-killer). It is left to the viewer's imagination as to what effect this has.
This amusing picture caught my attention this week while exploring the morbid pits of the thing they call facebook. It shows Death, The Grim Reaper, scythe in hand warning a putrid meatbag (read: human) that no mortal can escape death - it is all-consuming, terrible and swift. As if on humorous cue, a Zombie reanimates, it's dishevelled arm bursting through the loose soil of the freshly dug grave in the background like a Xenomorph bursting through the chest of a cocooned host. This, of course, tarnishes Death's warning; the Zombie is clearly dead but has escaped his 'dead' moorings, rising again to be among the living. Death promptly scolds the Zombie, spraying it with some vile concoction (likely, water or, in a fitting gesture, weed-killer). It is left to the viewer's imagination as to what effect this has.
https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=616036713838095&set=a.305373344904435
09/07/2023