The night was damp, cold and . Soft, mist rose over the graveyard. The moon peaked now from behind the floating clouds. An man stood alone beside an grave. He was wearing only a coat and was chilled right down to the hand. He looked at the tombstone before him and read the name inscribed upon it: elmer. "Oh well, that ella is better of dead." The shivering, man held up his shovel and directed his speech towards the mound in front of him. "I read about the funeral in the filipinacia," he mumbled to himself. "I know you have an money in there with you."The man's shovel hit the loose earth and soon was stuck in a big mound of . "I wasn't expecting this stuff," said the graverobber, but he continued digging and soon hit something . "That must be the top of the coffin," he thought. He jumped into the grave and used his shovel to lever the lid off the box. An odour that reminded the graverobber of his old house rose up out of the grave. Inside was an corpse. Its had turned black and Zombie's were feeding on its . "Oh, !" said the man, "that's the most thing I've ever seen."The graverobber continued to prod under the rotting hunk of flesh looking for his prize, but all he found in the coffin was an shoe. "You !" he shouted at the corpse. Suddenly, an , skeletal hand grabbed him by the back of the . The would-be thief jumped and yelled, "!" A grinning skull met his eye. The skinless, jaw of the corpse opened and closed and emitted a(n) scary. The graverobber stood motionless and listened as the dead body spoke. "Ha, you , do you actually expect me to be more trustworthy in death than I was in life?"The graverobber grabbed his shovel firmly in both hands and aimed it at the corpse's . "No, but at least I finally have the chance to beat the out of you!" said the man
