"Oh, Ghouls aren't undead," Alex said cheerfully. "They're near-human cryptids. Herophilus sapiens. They're scavengers, for the most part; change in funeral customs has driven them to live prey in modern times, so keeping an eye on them is recommended. And they're unpleasant. Revenants are... think Frankenstein's monster. My grandfather was reanimated in 1952. He's a great guy, though. Or, great group of guys, if you want to think of him that way."
Crow, with a cat's sense of frustration that he wasn't being paid attention to, headbutted Liv's knees.
Alex grimaced at the stupid griffin. "Weird is kind of the family business. Are you newly-resurrected? What of the zombie myths are real in your experience?"