Brains.

How I love Independence Day! Hey, even zombies get patriotic.

Zombie Samuel Adams and I caught the parade, and we're going to a brain barbecue at Zombie John Hancock's later. I'm not really looking forward to that; after a few drinks, Sam always makes fun of John's huge signature, and John always tells Sam that his beer tastes like armpits, and then they smack the powdered wigs off each other's heads with little girly slaps. It's very embarrassing.