The locals watched the construction on the hill with muted interest.
"Great, now we&apos;re gentrifying," one said. Nobody responded. They just stared up at the huge granite building, a hulking shadow darker than the night around it.
"Do you think he&apos;s moved in yet?" another resident asked no one in particular.
"I haven&apos;t seen anyone new around Maybe they&apos;re too much a big shot to mix with us."
Someone shrugged. "Don&apos;t matter anyhow Once you move in here, that&apos;s it. What you had in life don&apos;t matter none once you&apos;re dead." The other zombies grumbled their assent, and shambled off.