Prologue: He Much Preferred Pies
Young Ned was gifted with many things in his life. He had a lovely mother, a pretty childhood sweetheart, a warm home, and also the ability to bring the dead back to life. However, one of the things that young Ned was not gifted with was the gift of athleticy. Tried as he did, young Ned was never able to throw a ball or to run fast. When boys picked teams for gym, young Ned found he was always picked last, or not at all.
Even as he grew old, the Piemaker never signed up for charitable running events, and when asked to play football with neighbor's friends he would always politely reply, "No thank you." and promptly slam the door.
The only exercise the Piemaker would get was when his recently brought back to life childhood sweetheart Chuck Charles asked him to go for walks, or when he was being chased by murders. Even then, his only concern would be with when he had to stop running, and not that his life may, yet again, be in danger.
The facts were these; the Piemaker, while very skinny, was awfully out of shape. His heart had to beat much faster than other hearts, and not just in the glorious morning moments when he saw Chuck's eyes flutter open, but always.
So it was really only a matter of time before the Piemaker dropped to the floor with a heart attack.
The first part of a very quick story. I adore this show, and my idea may be pushing (aha) it, but alas, this is why it's called fanfiction.