He tells me that we need to prepare for any kind of conditions that we could possible have to endure.  He assures me that this  is training for cold weather… in the freezer. I asked why he was bothering, seeing as how he was already dead and that I don’t imagine he would succumb to much of anything at all.  Somethings are so ingrained, even when we are undead we continue to do them. I cannot dissuade him from his determination to “prepare”.  I tell him that if he gives me a heart attack before we go anywhere he is going to be out of luck!  I’m almost afraid to think of where I may find him tomorrow.