Your deaths shall serve where your lives could not.
— Typhus, the Herald of Nurgle, at the Damnation of Hive Sibullus, Warhammer 40,000
Fear not the dead. Would you quail before some addled crone, or palsied infant? These are victims, not victors.
These days, it's kinda hard just to make the buried stay
Our subject's not alive, but he fakes it anyway
We told him he was dead, and he'd better lie down
But he just waved at us as he shambled into town
— "Pretty Spry (For A Dead Guy)"
They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose,
Nor spake, nor moved their eyes;
It had been strange, even in a dream,
To have seen those dead men rise.
When I was in high school my teacher told me that there are more people alive today than have ever lived.
Don't worry; she lied, then got cancer. (Not my fault.) We live atop a mountain of corpses. The Earth is
swimming in humans, above and below the ground, so when I see you trying to raise the dead, I'm torn.
On the one hand, I recognize your despair. On the other hand, do you really want to spend the rest of the
week fending off a Zombie Apocalypse as the Earth vomits up her dead? AGAIN? Come on, man, think
this through: every time you try this, we end up fighting zombies. I hate zombies. Just put the syringe
Outsmarted by the undead. Another proud moment for our band of heroes.
— Gimli, DM of the Rings
Hail to thee, our infantry!
still brave beyond the grave!
All sworn the Eternal Vow
the time to strike is NOW!
— Manowar, "Battle Hymn"
Stalker: A week ago... Something strange happened.
Persephone: What was that?
Stalker: I died.
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grisly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
I hate the undead. All dead, but yet still alive. Makes a mockery of me job.
Life after life, you won't need flowers on your grave.
You won't need prayers; you have no mortal soul to save.
— Dracula The Musical
You know that line they feed you in boot camp, "You can rest when you're dead"? Complete bullshit!