[Hastily flapping his hand as if he can fling the zombie germs off of him, Garry warily watches the corpse blink (as well as it can) before it begins to wander off. Much like with its prior attempts, it seems to just slowly begin to shamble off in search of another person to be.... courteous to. That, at least, has Garry slowly ease up a little bit.]

You might be right.... I wonder if something wrong happened to their minds when they were shoved into new bodies? [Well, he guesses he doesn't matter. Sighing, his shoulders slump.] A god related to death should really be taking care of this.... There's a good handful, wouldn't you think?