I made it through my very first zombie movie last night. We watched
"Shaun of the Dead".
There is a scene where Shaun & his girlfriend are lying in wait as the zombies are closing in all around them. They face certain death / zombification. They have a gun with 2 bullets left.
I turned to Mr. SoCal and said:
"If we are ever in this situation, will you please shoot me in the head? Then you can take care of yourself."
Him: With the most sentimental look I've ever seen on his face, says, "Awwww. That's sweet. It's an honor that you would want me to kill you."
Me: "I don't WANT you to kill me. I want to live. But if we're in this situation, I don't think I can do it to myself. I'd probably mess up. And I definitely can't do it to you before doing to myself. That would be too traumatizing. I want to die before you. If we each had a gun, maybe we could point them at each other's heads and do it to each other on the count of 3. But the chances of that being successful with perfect timing are slim (he agreed). It's our only option. Just please make absolute sure I am dead before taking yourself out."
Him: "If we have 4 bullets left instead of 2, want me to double-tap you??"
Me: "Mmmm... okay."
He told me again later that night it was one of the sweetest things I'd ever said to him when I asked him to put me down if zombies are coming. I guess his idea of romantic and mine are two totally different things. Men! :