fter trick-or-treating,
a teen takes a shortcut home
through the cemetery. Halfway across, he's startled by a tapping noise coming from the misty shadows. Trembling with fear, he spots
an old man with a hammer and chisel, chipping away at a headstone.
"I thought you were a ghost,"
says the relieved teen. "What are you
doing working so late?"
"Oh, those idiots," grumbles the old man. "They misspelled my name!"