Author's Note: I'm watching this movie right now and decided that I had to include it in this story collection.


Tom ran into the bedroom he shared with his wife and plopped down on the bed.

Sybil chuckled. "Was bedtime that tasking this evening?"

"Your children are impossible," he mumbled.

She laughed harder at that. "What happened?"

"Moira wanted me to keep reading her stories and Rory fought sleep for thirty minutes."

"Do you still have enough energy to watch the film with me? she asked.

He turned his head and smiled at her. "Always."

Tom sat up and wrapped his arm around Sybil as she started Shaun of the Dead. It was a tradition for them to watch this at least once each October since they got together. By now, they knew all of the lines. Part of the fun was saying the lines as the movie went along, sometimes even taking turns.

Today, Sybil took on Shaun's lines and Tom took on Ed's.

"Take car. Go to Mum's. Kill Phil - "Sorry." - grab Liz, go to the Winchester, have a nice cold pint, and wait for all of this to blow over. How's that for a slice of fried gold?"

"Yeah, boyyyeee!"

Instead of clanging their weapons together as the characters did in the film, the Bransons high fived each other. This went on for the rest of the evening.

When the movie ended, Sybil and Tom readied for bed. As she got into her spot in Tom's arms, a sleepy Sybil said, "That's the best zombie movie ever."