"Okay, Ryan, you've caused me more than enough trouble. Thanks for the body makeover, and don't worry there are spells that let me steal the swimming talents of others including guys turned into jockstraps. So I won't be needing you again."
He dropped Ryan into a baggie and zipped it shut. For the next couple weeks, he resumed his life - well, his remade life. He felt a bit guilty about the jockstrap under his mattress, but only a bit. Then Horst got into a car accident, and ended up dead. He had been thrown from his motorcycle without a helmet, and had snapped his neck when the car hit him. He had been Ryan's best friend, and Vinnie thought Ryan should pay his respects.
At the Moss, Rottenberg & Ashe Mortuary, Horst was all dressed up in his Sunday best. No one else was a round, so Vinnie undid Horst's pants, and as he guessed, there was no underwear on the corpse. In a minute, Ryan found himself hastily wrapped around an icy cold piece of meat. Vinnie hadn't explained anything. He had just shoved him into his pocket that morning, and now was sliding him up a pair of cold hairy bruised legs in coffin.
Ryan connected in the dark cold space which had been Horst's brain.
Ryan felt it creak. The mind slowly sluggishly reactivating. He opened his mouth. The jaw made a weird popping sound, and a death rattle echoed in Horst's formerly silent throat. Vinnie dropped the belt.
"Oh, shit!" he whispered. He hadn't expected Ryan to zombify Horst. The corpse now was sitting up in its coffin.
"What did you do to us, Vinnie?" roared Ryan in Horst's strangely hollow voice.
"Aren't you embalmed?" Vinnie asked.
Ryan threw his legs over the edge of the coffin. Vinnie bolted for the door, but he kept staring at the rising corpse. BANG! He ran right into the wall. When he came to, he was naked in the embalming room with Horst/Ryan standing over him.