Prayers of Dread

      Facing his family around the dinner table, Devin bowed and prayed, "We thank you, oh Lord, for the Spam and Twinkies".
      
       Only his son, Dexter, prayed along. The others, being zombies, merely groaned and strained against their ropes.
      
       "Amen," Dexter concluded, weeping.
      
      "I miss your mom, too," his father soothed. "But now, God's plan is obvious. The cancer spared her from a far worse fate."
      
      Dexter shook his head adamantly. "She loved us! She'd rather be here with us."
      
      Devin paused, seeming to reconsider. "She did love us," he admitted. "Okay. Put down your fork and go fetch the shovel."
      
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