May as well skip this one; I should have

So everyone has a different way of dealing with suddenly running into ghosts when they least expect it. There are certain times and places where ghosts are almost de rigeur; spooky old castles, crumbling graveyards, the Editor's closet, etc. But what do you do when a ghost pops up in the middle of a downtown bar? Well, some might run, some might ignore the disturbing apparition, others might just shrug and order a slightly stronger drink. The Editor has a beer with it, calls it a close friend, and proceeds to agonize over it for hours or days or years. However: this is a moment of change. I have enough trouble with zombies as it is to allow other sorts of undead to have any kind of impact. Enough already. I never understood before now why people seem to be hung up about their pasts for ever and ever and ever, to the ultimate destruction of everything they try to build. It is simply because it's actually harder and more painful to admit that everything one has held dear, or had faith in, is irrelevant, thus admitting that one's own judgement is lacking, and that all the time that's already been spent on said irrelevancy is time completely wasted.

Therefore, the Editor has made an executive decision. No undead, besides the ones in the lab, will be allowed to affect the Editorial lifestyle; the others can go and fuck themselves. No more time wasted, no more pointlessly self-indulgent wallowing in self-pity, whining, stress, and moments of angst. In short, no more melodrama. I think I'll move on to comic opera, it's a lot more fun.