Richard Feynman hurts my brain. He always has. I learned the hard way that listening to his lectures while driving is dangerous, as it's almost impossible to maintain control of a motor vehicle while listening to your entire concept of how the universe works get turned inside out. Seriously, it's downright Lovecraftian at times. For that I love him dearly.
I also love zombies. I never would've expected these two interests to overlap, but then I read today's xkcd:
This is beyond awesome, but it also raises a deep philosophical question: Would I allow the Zombie Feynman to eat my brains? On one hand, zombies are a terrible scourge and possibly the greatest threat to the long term survival of intelligent life (creationists notwithstanding). On the other hand, Feynman was a scientific renaissance man, and well deserving of the high regard in which he is generally held by the physics community.
In the end I have to admit that I probably would. After all, even as a shambling corpse I have little doubt that he'd do more to advance quantum mechanics than I could ever dream of doing. Wouldn't it be selfish of me to not offer up my own brains to assist in his work?
Just something to consider the next time your home is besieged by physicists from beyond the grave.