Milking the dead — A guide to taxing zombies and other spectres

You’re working late at the office when all of a sudden there’s a groan. For once, it isn’t coming from you.

So you investigate. Cautiously you creep towards the window, peek through the blinds and right there at the door, groaning and moaning and flailing its limbs, is a zombie. It wants your brains. More specifically it wants your brains for some advice about its tax obligations.