Listen, I'll admit it. My review of I Sell the Dead isn't the best looking partner at the dance. The hair is messy and the shoes are scuffed. It still gets the job done. This is what happens when I realize at 11:30PM that I have a review due before I typically wake up. I don't sleep much, but I know when to cut myself off from writing so I still sound lucid and stylish. Check out the brevity. Horror Thursday: I Sell the Dead