[All of the dead are much, much more cheerful than you'd ever expect -- because they're off living in their own strange little camp world that none of them can really see or understand, and maybe that's what it means to rest in peace, or would be if they hadn't learn enough about the dead by now to know better.

It's all a facade, just like the entire fact of the summer camp here. But it's not like the living can throw stones; many of them, thanks to the hallucinations, are also stuck at least halfway in their own worlds by now.

Maybe one day they'll be just as cheerful? Today, Lenka just lets the singing and humming wash over him with the same expression as always.]

Did something good happen?

[In zombieland, that is.]