BoxJam: Well, I'm off to flower a favorite relative's grave - H'lo! What's this?

Headstone: Bite me.

BoxJam: Oh, chee! Why so bitter?

Headstone: I'm dead, moron.

BoxJam: Ta ta, headstone! I shan't bring the children to meet you!

Headstone: Someday you'll

Headstone: be dead this long.