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Welcome to the saddest place on the internet.

In 1944 my grandfather was a paratrooper in WWII, his plane was shot down over Normandy, he broke nearly every bone in his body and played dead to escape capture until he was rescued 4 days later. The rescue raft next to his, with most of his friends, was bombed in front of his eyes, killing everybody on that raft. Fast forward 70 years, where people cannot escape a taped cardboard box without consulting the internet.

Let's be real: If you're asking a question here, you're not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer. When the zombies invade, prepare to be their dinner.