Until Undeath Do Us Part, Part 60

(I am sitting with my husband, and decide to ask “The Question.”)

Me: “Honey, what would you do if I got bitten by a zombie?”

Husband: “Don’t worry, baby, it would never come to that.”

Me: “Um… what?”

Husband: *with no hesitation* “There is no way you would survive any type of apocalypse. As soon as it becomes clear that the outbreak won’t be stopped before it reaches us, I would put you out of your misery.”

Me: “Thanks…?”

Husband: “No problem. Love you.”