Compact Flesh Memory: Necro

The memory medium was compact flesh, and he cursed when he read the specs. He hated compact flesh. It was damn creepy, is what. He didn't like hearing ghostly moans when it started to break down and he was trying to listen to his music. He didn't like ghastly images leaking into his photographs. Sure, they could say all they wanted that it was only a problem for knockoff cards, but it wasn't like he could afford to pay full price for a guaranteed happy, complacently haunted, or preferably untenanted, compact flesh card. Because really, these days how many people died happy? Not bloody many, that's what. Still--

Inspiration: Misreading my own post about a compact flash memory card for my camera.
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: An entertaining conceit, but no story here.