"Hey, let me out of this hole. What's going on?"

"You're dead," said the gravedigger. "I'm burying you."

"I'm not dead!"

"Then why am I burying you?"

"I don't know. That's why I want you to stop."

"But I gotta; it's my job. It's disrespectful to not bury the dead."

"But I'm not dead."

"How do I know you're not lying?"

"Because I'm standing. I'm talking. Dead men don't do that."

"Maybe you're right. You know, I saw this movie once with these dead people... Holy crap! You're a zombie!"

"I'm not a zombie. Now help me out."

"That's what you want me to think. But once I let you up, you'll eat my brains."

"No. I won't."

"How can I be sure?"

"I'm a vegetarian."

"Oh. So, if I let you out, do you promise not to attack me?"

"On my life!"

"Okay, here ya go," said the gravedigger, stretching out his hands toward the man in the grave.

"Thank you."

"No prob. So, we cool?"

"Sure. Live and let live. Goodbye."

"Bye."

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