In the wee hours of the night, I woke up, clutched my husband's shoulder, and said "I've got it!"
He said "Hrrrgggzt?"
I said "If storks carry babies, then vultures must carry zombie babies!"
There was a pause, and then he said, enunciating each word with great clarity, "What the HELL, man...?" and then fell immediately back asleep. He later disavowed all memory of this incident, but I painted it anyway.
Digital, prints available at [link]
if you're the sort of peculiar individual who needs vultures and zombie babies in their decor plan.