Even though this post is a little harsh and derisive toward our fine Sandboxie users.... it's really funny too.
And even though I don't use Sandboxie, that's what I'm a gonna do.
I'm going to buy a new pet goat. And move on.
I had a cousin. He was the family favorite. Beloved by all, with a zeal and fanaticism like no other. Perhaps even obsessively. When he died, my family behaved almost exactly like I describe in that post. The only difference is that there were no zombies back then. So those ones just sat on the edge of the bed, incapable of doing anything else other than crying for hours, weeks and months. So I used some creative license there by substituting zombies for crying (if one can do nothing but cry for months, does that elevate them to zombie status ?)
If it weren't illegal, some of my relatives would have taken body parts and brought them home. Keeping them as sentimental mementos. Taking them out on holidays, perhaps his birthday.
I was young then. I was confused. And upset as to why I wasn't getting more attention. Looking back, it seems all to me like one of the best South Park episodes.
My cousin is looking down on this laughing uncontrollably. Either that or he's going punch me in my face when I see him next.