Where's Shaun when you need him?

Mom, you may not want to read this one. Trust me, you'll only raise your eyebrows and worry about your oldest daughter.

Last week, I had a dream that my sister and I had to share a room with the body of my recently deceased grandma the night before the funeral. My sister and I were on bunk beds (Me on the top and Mary on the bottom, just like old times) and grandma was laying on a single bed across the room. In the middle of the night grandma got out of bed. Mary was so freaked out she jumped onto the top bunk. We stayed as still as possible so "zombie grandma" would not see us. (I woke up after she left the room. I cannot verify if she was actually a zombie).

Like I was not freaked out enough that I had to attend my grandma's viewing.