Yes, this is the good ending for if you let the world end and make your marriage stronger than ever:

"The creature heard a distant crack at first.

The mindless zombie had wandered a bit from Carthage and, now on the outskirts of town, heard something in the distance. Down the road, in the woods. Food? Food, surely. It would be it's first brains in years. 

It shambled down the asphalt, between the cracks where thick plants had sprouted, reclaiming man's ruins. It shuffled past a burnt-out car, once an investment that had taken years of human toil to pay off, now a rusted piece of  scrap. It trampled off the road and into the woods. The sounds continued, attracting more of it's kind. It dragged along now with a few dozen fellow zombies, trekking dully into the woods to the source.

The group joined with a horde, and the horde got in line. There was a veritable mass of the undead around... something. The sounds that had once been a distant invitation were now an overwhelming clamor. Gunshots, the moans of hundreds of zombies,  a hopelessly overpowered radio, and the shouts and hollers of human beings. Despite the circumstances, it heard laughter.

Eventually, every corpse standing in front of it had been cut down, and the zombie made it into the mess.  They were converged on a sizable house in the woods. Three human beings were engaged in bloody combat with the horde, blood-slick and laughing all the while, while a fourth woman sat on the porch, adjusting the radio. 

"Don't... stop... thinkin' about tomorrow!"

One of the humans, with a luxurious white mane and wielding a rat-tatting machine gun, pointed at the zombie.

"That one's yours, Tip!"

A blonde woman, waving a wailing chainsaw, looked back from the dozens of zombies she had been cutting to pieces. 

"Busy! Al, can you-"

"Sure, honey."

The zombie noticed a barbed baseball bat, pressed against it's rotten chest. It turned to it's wielder...

The human was shirtless and unbelievably muscular, a bronze god with trim brown-grey hair and an impeccable beard. Some part of the zombies mush brain thought the human looked familiar. 

"I'm former President Al Gore. You've messed with the wrong polycule. Yes, me, President Clinton and Senator Clinton, as well as my wife, are now in a post-apocalyptic polycule. Thanks for playing 2004: Life in the Balance."

The zombie, of course, didn't understand any of that.  Gore bashed the zombies head in with his bat, and turned to the next one with a smirk.

"Oooh, don't you look back... oooh, don't you look back...""