She looked down at her father's grave. She

She looked down at her father's grave. She had tears in her eyes. A frown that could make the devil cry riddled her face. She broke down and wept, saying

inbetween sobs that she was sorry, so very sorry. Yet in her grief she also felt anger, rage against the unfairness of the world and the audacity he had to go and die like that

Consumed with unquenchable rage, she grits her teeth, an audible grinding from her teeth breaks the air, and, with all her strength, she punches the corpse in the chest.

The corpse punched back but it was already dead so lacked the force he could have delivered a of couple hours ago, when alive. She rooted around in the dessicated rib cage until

she found the corpse's ticklish spot. It shook with paroxysms of laughter:"Stop stop I give up hee hee" She handcuffed it & had it brought before Judge Grave for disturbing the pea

pods next door. The corpse played dead but this wasn't Judge Grave's first rodeo. The corpse was held in contempt of court and sentenced to death in prison. The court erupted

in outrage. Everyone felt that unless the corpse was given life, justice would not be served. Judge Grave called order. The court quieted down. One of the corpses eye's peaked open

, scanned the arid court dryly, and then sagged shut. A frown creased Judge Grave's face, and an uproarious boo echoed from the black-clothed jury. Then, the corpse decided to craw

l beneath the skirts of the court reporter, who didn't even flinch, but just kept typing. Fascinated, Judge Graves & the jury watched the corpse slither beyond &into the courtroom.

The corpse pointed a green and decaying finger at the court reporter. "It was she that did it," the corpse announced. Judge Graves brought down the gavel and off she went, to Heck.