A Strange Little Dude

Remember when my neighbor, Emory, recently called the local funeral home to ask "What's playing?" Well, when the mortuary director finally understood Emory and told him whose bodies were on view, Emory became excited. "Come on," said Emory, "Warren is on display. We gotta see him!"

When we arrived at the funeral home, we found Warren's room. His body strangely was half in his coffin and half out, arms dangling down. "What's with this?" I nervously asked Emory.

"Ah, that's Warren," he replied. "He always saw himself as thinking outside the box."