"When there is no more room in Hell..."

I'm guessing that this would be the extreme end of "dead"ication...
When asked about my perennial position or whether – in this case - the cartooning class will ever be offered again, my reply was a reflexive assumption that I'll either be dead or fired by next year. Or both. “But come to think of it, dead & still teaching would be kinda awesome though...”
(Thanks to Ryan for the touching caricature).

Francine: What are they doing? Why do they come here?
Stephen: Some kind of instinct. Memory of what they used to do. This was an important place in their lives.
– Dawn of the Dead (1978)