OK. let's just collect all the clinches, puns, etc. about graveyards and bury them once and for all.
I was talking to the Superintendent at the cemetery:
How's business? I said.
Oh, just great. In fact, people are dying to get in.
Is that so?
Yeah, besides that there are people dying today who never died before.
No kidding! You do a good job here, I bet.
Yeah, well, we've never had any complaints for any of our tenants. Nobody has ever tried to get out.
What's it like working in a cemetery?
Well, its' awfully quiet. No loud music. No wild parties, Late at night, it's pretty dead around here.
What do you do if a prospective customer complains about a plot?
Oh, we'd start digging into it and not stop till we got to the bottom of it.
But aren't a lot more people getting cremated these days? Does that hurt business here?
Well, you know, more people are thinking outside the box, and that is a grave problem for us.
Do you have any worries at all?
Oh yes, I do have a few worries, but I think about them for a while and then just bury them.
You like working here, on the whole?
Oh yeah. And undertakers are wonderful people, very loyal and trustworthy. I can assure you they will be the last to let you down.