As the coffin was being lowered into the ground at a Traffic Wardens funeral, a voice from inside the coffin screams “I’m not dead, I’m not dead. Let me out!” The Vicar smiles, leans forward sucking air through his teeth and mutters “Too late pal, the paperworks already done”.
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