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.