You dash up, eager to be the first one to look into the grave. Inside you see a balding fat man with little angel wings laying in there moaning. He looks hung over and disoriented.
"Run! Cops!" somebody yells, and the teenagers scatter to the four winds.
Ask the fat man, "What are you doing down in a grave?"
Run out of the cemetery.
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