This is a request from @Thin_Tan_Duchess.

What they would do.

John: *would happily roam through streets, scaring the living daylights out of people.*

Paul: *would buy a bunch of cosmetics so he wouldn't look so undead.*

George: *would start a restaurant called, BRAINS, BRAINS, AND MORE BRAINS.*

Ringo: *would get upset when people ran away from him.*

What they would say.

John: *holds his arms stiffly out in front of him and proceeds to advance forward slowly.* Must have braaaaaaaiiinnnsssss. Need to eat your brains. *snickers when people scream and run away.* This is a good hobby.

Paul: *walks into a store.* Excuse me, ma'am. Can I buy the entire cosmetics department? I mean, look what I have to work with. *holds out his decaying arm and the clerk faints.* I don't know why she fainted. I was just asking for some makeup.

George: Welcome to BRAINS, BRAINS, AND MORE BRAINS, fellow zombie. Here's the menu. *hands the zombie a menu that just has one thing on it: brains.* So . . . have you decided what you'd like yet?

Ringo: Please don't run away! I don't want to hurt you or eat your brains!!! *tears up.* I just want to be a normal person. *starts sobbing uncontrollably.*