Sometimes, when I'm feeling blue, I think to myself "what's the point of all this?"
Then I see something like this, and I remember the point.
Y'know, I never thought about this before, but it now occurs to me... the woman who is the recipient of my seed MUST be an expert zombie-fighter. No if's, and's, or but's.
I'm pretty sure you can work that into wedding vows. Something like "in sickness and in health, in zombie apocalypse and in normality, she shall always keep the shotgun loaded and ready for dispatching undead scum!