Dead Story

A few days later, when

the sheriff shows up,

he found good ol' Abe just

a-swinging in the barn.

All the while, good

ol' Mary's just sitting

in the front lawn just

catching some rays.

She was covered with blood but

it was like she didn't

even know what happened.

And here's the kicker.

When the sheriff asked

her why she did it,

she paused and said,

"I didn't do it.

"The ghost killed him."

The ghost.

She said the ghost

of this house.

Good old Mary gave Abe 40

whacks!

Ho ho, but they never could

find the murder weapon.

Who the hell's that?

- Mom.

- I hope I'm not intruding

but I knew this was

your first night.

- No, come in.

- Well, I am intruding.

Well, just for a moment.

- Hi.

- It was such a long drive.

- You remember Neil and Emma.

- Well, I might be old

but I'm not senile.

They were at your wedding.

I see that you have

prepared a delicious meal

for your guests.

You might want to save

this for another night.

- Okay.

- I see that you have

drank the cheap stuff.

Well...

I will talk to you tomorrow.

It's good to see

all of you again.

- You too.

- I want the best

for you, my son.

It's the way of the world

that sons just don't

listen to their mothers anymore.

Goodnight, goodnight everyone.

- God.

Wow.

Well, who needs ghost

stories when you've got her.

- Enough.

- She's unbearable, man.

- So Harold, Anne tells

me that you're starting

a new project at

working or something?

- Yeah, it's...

Well, it's not that

big of a deal but

it's a promotion and

a little more pay.

A lot more hours.

But it's good.

- Neil, no more, okay?

We really should be going.

- Honey, you're the

designated driver, remember?

- Oh yeah.

- Maybe you two

should just spend the night.

- What?

In some house where some

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