Wow, only thing that happens here in my Irish town of 4,000 people is some blokes came up from Tipperary and tried to break into one of the phone shops and then chased the coppers with small hand axes. Which is pretty amusing since they would never run after an ice cream truck. =S
If there is a game sale on, it is obligatory stock up on food, shut yourself in and play games.
What's really sad is that the old Night of the Living Dead with a black actor is more progressive than 'modern' horror movies in that the black dude is one of the heroes who survives almost to the end of the movie. Which, for the time it was made, was a pretty big deal, considering that was when black people had a hard time getting roles in general, let alone leads.
Why put it in the trash when there are so many carnivorous animals to dispose of the evidence?
Even putting the dead body in a vehicle was clever enough for it to not be noticed for days, since it was in a parking lot. "A tree has no trouble hiding in a forest" and all that Master Splinter mystic crap.
In the event your life actually turns into a horror film, remember: don't answer your phone don't check out the weird noise coming from the basement don't accidentally trip over your feet while filming the murderer/monster/tornado.