One dark night, two men are walking home after a party and decide to take a shortcut through the cemetery.
Right in the middle of the cemetery they are startled by a tap-tap-tapping noise coming from the misty shadows.
Trembling with fear, they find an old man with a hammer and chisel, chipping away at one of the headstones.
“Holy cow, dude,” one says after catching his breath.
“You scared us half to death. We thought you were a ghost! What are you doing, working here so late at night?”
“Those fools!”
the old man grumbles.
“They misspelled my name!”