Sure, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. What we need are more poems about zombies. Serious poems. With zombies. Suggested titles welcome.
"I should have been a pair of shuffling feet/Shambling through Cherry Hill Mall looking for brains."
"In the gloom the zombies come and go/eating brains like they were jello."
And on a different note, some lovely stop motion to go with Oren Lavie's Her Morning Elegance: