The Neighbors are Zombies 5

EXT. PEACEABLE LIVING CEMETERY - NIGHT
(EDGAR, MR. ANDERSON)

EDGAR PULLS INTO THE CEMETERY PARKING LOT. HE OPENS HIS BRIEFCASE TO REVEAL THAT IT CONTAINS A COLLAPSIBLE SHOVEL. HE PUTS THE SHOVEL TOGETHER AND STEPS OUT OF HIS CAR. MR. ANDERSON, A BESPECTACLED MAN WITH RIDICULOUS SIDEBURNS, IS STANDING THERE.

ANDERSON

Edwin Zambini?

EDGAR

Uh...sure.

ANDERSON

I don't intend to remember your name, so I'll simply refer to you as "you there."

EDGAR

Sounds good, sir.

ANDERSON

I'm Mr. Anderson, the DIRECTOR of the cemetery. Make sure you remember my name.

EDGAR

Yes, sir, Mr. Anderson.

ANDERSON

Here's your row here, Edmund.

ANDERSON GESTURES TO A SMALL RIDGE OF GRAVESTONES.

ANDERSON

Have them dug by the end of the night. I'll be at home drinking gin.

EDGAR

Yes, sir.

EDGAR SALUTES, BUT OF COURSE, HE HAS THE SHOVEL IN HIS HAND. HE EMBEDS THE SHOVEL IN HIS HEAD. WITH A LITTLE TROUBLE, HE MANAGES TO PULL IT OUT, AND HE STARTS DIGGING A GRAVE. HE WATCHES ANDERSON GET INTO HIS CAR AND DRIVE OFF. AS SOON AS THE CAR DISAPPEARS INTO THE DISTANCE, EDGAR DROPS THE SHOVEL. MOANING LIKE A ZOMBIE, HE BEGINS TO DIG AT THE EARTH WITH HIS BARE HANDS, AT LEAST TEN TIMES AS FAST AS HE WAS WITH THE SHOVEL. EDGAR MANAGED TO FIND A JOB PERFECTLY SUITED TO HIS TALENTS AS A ZOMBIE.