Well, he posted that blog saying he was back from the dead.  And it’s not very common knowledge, but the Summer family has a history of undead-slaying dating back to 15th century Bavaria, when Rolf Sommer took arms against the encroaching Austrian vampire army.  So I couldn’t really let my family’s proud heritage down when Mike said he was back from the dead.  I don’t want to get into too many details, for the sake of the layperson, but let’s just say I hit him over the head with a silver shovel, filled his orifices with garlic and white oak, cut off all his extremities, and buried them at different crossroads near water during a new moon.  Which should pretty much take care of things (even if it turns out he’s a werewolf, which wouldn’t technically place him among the ranks of the undead, but better safe than sorry).  No, the only way he could return again is if he turned out to be some sort of pandimensional demon, or maybe a lich.  But that’s just ridiculous.

Wait a minute…where are those jangly guitar chords coming from?  That doesn’t sound like my guitar…

Wait there.  I’m gonna go check on something.  Shouldn’t be long.  Just…bar the door and dial 9-1 on the phone and keep your finger over the “1″ button until I get back.