On a dark moonless night a man was walking home from the neighborhood bar after closing time. He decided to take a shortcut through a cemetery to avoid an extra 4 block walk to go around. In his state of semi-drunkenness he fell into an open grave that was prepared for a funeral the following day. He struggled to climb out but he was unable to find a solid hand hold in the loose sand piled around the hole. He yelled for help until he was horse before he finally decided it was hopeless. He sat in a corner of the grave and rested his head on his knees to wait until someone showed up in the morning. He was suddenly awakened by a thud and the sound of someone or something struggling in the other end of the grave. The man was yelling for help and struggling in the same manner he was earlier. He recognized the voice of his neighbor, Charley who he had seen at the bar that evening. He allowed Charley to amuse him for a few minutes before he decided to speak up and try to calm him down. In his his raspy croaking voice he said, "You'll never get out of here Charley." . . . But Charley did.