"Don't worry," she replied, "I'm not scared

of a skeleton. Both mother and daughter screamed. The skeleton looked offended and said,"Hey now. I've got noBODY to love." *Ba dum tss* The mother and daughter were frozen in fear

but the skeleton continued, "What? You didn't think that was humerus? Get it? Tough crowd." The mother and daughter watched the skeleton dance a few steps and started to relax

until they realized that the skeleton was just one of the many that had come out of their closet. Make no bones about it. Mother was trying to hide that in the past

she had killed lots of people and put their bodies in this closet. Bob and Sue wondered if they should turn their mother in or just dispose of all the skeletons, but for now they

sat down and had a picnic, while watching the skeletons attentively, just in case.

It was one of those ancient skeletons you saw all over the cemetery, its skull cracked with age and covered with moss. What made it unusual was a square hole in the temple.

A procession of beetles was ascending the skull. Their leader, a venerable cyphochilus with odd hat proclaimed: "Let no dung beetle enter our temple!" The rest filed thru the hole

in the occipital bone. Inside the vaunted dome a fungal cathedral grew. The pope of the dung beetles wended his way to the sepulcher where their venerated founder lay in repose

and anointed his head with holy dung. Then the heavens opened up and the dung angels came plopping down in heaps. On wings of brown their founder was lifted up to meet his maker.