When I find myself in need for eating George Romero comes to me speaking words of wisdom: let it bleed And in my hour of starvation he is standing right in front of me groaning words of wisdom: let it bleed. Let it bleed, let it bleed, let it bleeeeed, let it bleed groaning words of wisdom: let it bleed. And when the now-infected people, dying in the world agree, there will be an answer: let it bleed. For though they have a heartbeat there is still a chance that they will see groaning out an answer: let it bleed.
Credit to the Brains. It is quite clear that Paul is dead (including all the other band members).
