A man’s car breaks down in the middle of the night.
He knows the area well and realizes that the quickest way to the nearest service station is through an old graveyard…
He’s walking along the headstones when in the distance he hears a faint tapping noise. As he gets deeper into the graveyard, the eerie tapping gets louder and louder. He very anxiously turns a corner and sees the source of the tapping is an old man with a hammer and chisel, hunched over a headstone.
Relief washes over him and he says, “I was beginning to freak out because of that noise. I thought this place might have been haunted. What on earth are you doing here so late at night anyway?”
The old man merely continues chiseling and says “They spelled my name wrong.”