A man, on his way home from a late-night drinking session, realises exactly how late he is, and decides to take the shortcut home, through the cemetery ...
Walking quickly, he heads towards the other side ...
Then, from somewhere in front of him, he hears a tapping ... slow and steady ... tap, tap ... tap, tap ...
Summoning all his courage, he carries on ... tap, tap ... tap, tap ... It grows louder ...
Knowing he is nearly at the other side, and then all he'll have to do is vault the fence, and he'll be home ... safe and sound ... he keeps walking, his pace picking up 'til he's almost running ... tap, tap ... tap, tap ...
Breaking into a sprint, he rounds the side of an old crypt, and almost falls over an old man, who is kneeling on the grass, a bag of tools at his side, working on the stone with a hammer and chisel ...
"Jeez, old fella ... what the hell are you doing here at this time? You scared the crap outta me!"
The old man looked slowly up at him, and as their gazes met, the old man said, "They spelled my name wrong."