How could this happen to me?

At the stroke of fate's pen, I find myself in a situation that's quite mortifying. I've lost control of my body, necromancy as a magical concept has imprinted itself upon my breast, and I feel cravings more intense than my midnight mice krispies runs. And all of that pales before the place I'm expected to go. The boneyard is fine, mushrooms grow on dead things. But even the slightest chance of meeting my parents during the stop in at the Endeavour is causing me much anxiety. I can't even enjoy the thrill of discovery at this point. What am I supposed to do if I do see them? Do I lie and say things are going swimmingly and I'm out on assignment? Do I tell the truth and risk disappointing them? Will I even see them or anyone I knew from my youth? Should I care, considering I'm a conduit for Power at this point? At least LOL4 was nice enough to give me mushroom-shaped confetti. Remind me to ask what her hair is made of, I'm not a materials scientist.