Fairy Tales

Zombies in a Pub

It was soon after sunset when three zombies headed to the nearest pub. They had been friends even when alive and died in the same battle. Now it was two hundred years since their death and they wanted to celebrate their anniversary.
Soon they arrived to a pub. They seated themselves by the bar and ordered three beers.
"And are you adult, gentlemen?" asked the barkeeper.
"We've been dead for two hundred years."
"Really? Show me your IDs."
"IDs didn't exist in our times."
Well, then show me your gravestones!"
The dead men protested, but the barkeeper refused to serve them alcohol until they proved their age. So they set off back to the graveyard.
After an hour the three zombies returned with their heavy gravestones. Two of them the barkeeper just promptly looked at and served the men their beers, but the third one quite attracted his attention.
"Samuel Carson, born on 19th June 1797, died on 18th June 1815... I'm sorry, boy, but we don't serve alcohol to underage."
"I died two hundred years ago! How exactly am I underage?!"
"You died one day before your 18th birthday. Sorry, lad."
The old young-man thoroughly examined his gravestone.
"One day! I'm one day younger! Does that really matter?"
"It does."
"I've been dead for two hundred years-" "as you've reminded me so many times." "i...it can't even do me any harm anymore!"
"Sorry, boy, the law is the law. If the policemen caught you, I'd have a problem. Good night."
"You know..." started the zombie. "I don't like being denied the things I want. I tend to get upset... even agressive. So here's the deal. Give me a beer before I eat your brain."
"No way."
"Alright. I warned you," said the dead man, took his gravestone and left the pub. The barkeeper laughed at him and chatted with the other two zombies till the closing time.
At two in the morning he kicked out the last drunks and closed the pub. That was the last time anyone ever saw him. The only clue to his location was an old tilted gravestone on the graveyard, which said:
Samuel Carson
*19. 6. 1797
+18. 6. 1815
Andrew Macey
*23. 5. 1967
+19. 6. 2015

Moral: Never piss off zombies, they might eat your brain.