After trick-or-treating a teen takes a shortcut home through a 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 working away at a headstone.
"What are you doing here, working so late?" says the teenage boy, "I thought you were a ghost."
"Oh those bloody idiots," grumbles the old man, "They've misspelled my name.."
