I spent the night at a cemetery last night.
It was cold and the wind was whipping up dead leaves into mini-tornadoes all around me. I found it hard to complain though, I was here by choice, while the bulk of the other occupants were not given one. Here, I could sit on the hard ground and talk and no one interrupted me or made me feel less valid.
Except for Brent. But zombies are notorious assholes.
Yes Brent, you are an asshole.