My friend "M" says the irony of being a zombie is that everything is funny, but you can't smile, because your lips have rotted off.

Isaac Marion
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You may be a zombie but you can't smile because your lips have rotted off. This is a common problem with the undead. Some of them have been dead for so long that their faces have been worn away from lack of use. You see this look of shock and horror on the faces of some zombies.

They weren't expecting to be turned into a rotting corpse who would try to bite anything that strayed too close to them. When this happens, the only thing they can do is scream and scream and scream until they become a blood-soaked mess.

Source: Warm Bodies

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