Today is the day we celebrate the rising of the Undead.
I never thought that one of our most important and ritually significant holidays would also be the one that inspires countess horror films. (Does that mean George Romero is just spreading the word of God?)
Sure, Lazarus was the first zombie, but Jesus helped him - 'ol JC rose from the grave all on his own when it was his time.
When I go, I'd like to come back Eric Draven style - but maybe easing up on the angst just a bit. (With the weight I've lost, I'll look dead sexy in black leather. Get it? Dead Sexy.)
So celebrate Easter any way you want - eat chocolate, go to Mass, or watch Shaun of The Dead (personally, I'd choose the latter) - whatever way you choose to remember a corpse rising from the grave and walking the land of the living is alright by me.
That's what it's all about, right?