Last Song Syndrome

I am by my lonesome in a cold, cold office and all I can think of is "Zombie, zombie, zombie hey hey hey." Bad case of last-song syndrome really, blame it on the next-door videoke queen who is probably maxing her Video Singko rental.

And bad for me, because two clients are already here. It's an effort to keep a straight face while scanning the death certificate and trying really hard to shake off the lyrics. Zombie, zombie...