"To Be Undead in a Small Town" from I, Zombie #17 (Vertigo, 2011) by Chris Roberson and Mike Allred
Atypical of Vertigo, I, Zombie (or iZombie for the Internet kids) was incredibly sweet and charming, growing from its initial Being Human-type set-up to a full, rich, coherent world of lost souls. When Roberson was asked to close up shop, the story stepped on the nitrous button, jostling its natural, summer's day rhythms, but it still worked. I just wish it had been allowed to follow a slower course so that we might have gotten to know the characters even more, or even been introduced to new ones. Heck, the Dead Presidents could have been in their own series. And where else could we read about a gay were-terrier?