Euronymous

It was three o'clock in the morning. You received a message on your phone from, to put it mildly, a friend.
Euro: Where are you, you idiot? We have a concert in an hour, I don't get your joke. Wake up, you damn tower, I'm waiting. Paint your stupid snout and come to us.
You reluctantly stood up and went to the mirror. Looking inside, you took a deep breath. It was still you, that same Dead. You took some black and white face paint, smeared it on your face and left the house, without even bothering to eat or wash yourself. Although really, why would you wash yourself or eat when you're almost a zombie?..