Jokes aside, once sanity returned, everyone—including Harvey himself—started to wonder if the Gospel was broken.
You'd say the Heath family, the Bokin family, the Doran family could all be accepted, after all. These people might be single now or even forever single, but in their hearts, they still cherished the concept of "love and family."
But the Harvey family, that phrase sounded like a corpse culinary study group.
It's not that corpses couldn't learn to cook, it's that corpses simply didn't need to eat food for sustenance.
Harvey didn't need love, nor did he need a family.
In the "Family Rankings," the other nine great undead families, though undead, still harbored love in their hearts and knew to continue and protect their own kind, begrudgingly meeting the criteria to be listed.
As for Harvey... if the undead families were living people acting like dead ones, then Harvey himself was a dead man acting like a living one.
