This is the first chapter of The Final Product, if you haven't read The Universal Good Deal you may want to start at the beginning.

When first she saw teeping, Jane mistook it for a hideous monster. She was on one of the wandering afternoon walks that became her habit in the time after Franklin left, and found herself in the middle of a cemetery. As to the Martian custom of cemeteries, I will only say that it demonstrates the absurd immaturity of their species that they would think to provide permanent residence to the ever-increasing hordes of the dead. Jane found such places peaceful and often walked there. She was lost in daydreams when she saw a man, shuffling along, staring dumbly, like a person walking in a daze.¹ She looked more closely at him to see if she should hurry on in silence or start running and screaming, and was startled by his blank face and dead eyes.² His eyelids were white all round his eyes, as if they had been burned with acid.³ The man mumbled unintelligibly—it sounded to Jane like the groan of a lost soul—and kept walking, bumping limply into a gravestone before staggering off farther down the path.

Jane fled the cemetery. She was still shaken when she reached her home, and the experience unnerved her. She didn't write a single line the rest of the day.

Two or, perhaps, three days later, returning home from grocery shopping, another of these staggering figures caught her eye. This man's mouth hung open slightly and his face sagged with the same empty expression. He, too, seemed to be completely mindless of his surroundings. Indeed, Jane watched in horror as he stumbled into the street in front of the on-coming traffic. His body made a wet dull sound when the vehicle hit him. He spun away into a different lane where another vehicle knocked him down and passed over him.

He was teeping, of course.