Actually I used to share a house with the singer from Psi.Kore. When he moved out, he left behind his fridge and we put it down beside the house until we found a buyer for it. Unbeknowst to us, it still had food in it. When we opened it up six months later, it was like opening a tomb...
You were cursed and now have an army of undead who will dog your every step until they make you one of them? That must be inconvenient when you go out.