A teen takes a shortcut home through the cemetery, after trick-or-treating. Halfway across, he is 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!”