There was no way I was going to that cemetery

There was no way I was going to that cemetery today, not if you paid me a million bucks.

Well, okay. If you really are going to pay me a million bucks I might consider going to that cemetery. What, you have it right here with you in cold hard cash? Gimme. Let's go!

... dying to get in. What? We're here? All I have to do is spend the night in that crypt and I get the mega bucks? Easy-peasy lemon squeezy. No one has lived before? Oh, come on!

So we all decided the money was worth it, and snuck into the crypt where the evil mummified queen Joan Rivers lived. If we survived 24 hours then

maybe the next holiday gathering with the in-laws wouldn't be so bad in comparison. My headlamp started flickering and I thought I heard a moaning from deeper in the crypt. Was it

possible that after so many aeons, something still..lived down here? The headlamp sputtering light made the shadows seem that much deeper and masked the movement of leathery wings.

I heard it before I saw it. And I felt the chill of the shadow pass over me just before I turned and encountered Stevie Nicks. She wanted leather and I wanted lace. She shoved me

as hard as her little arms could shove, and I nearly fell into a terrace of candles. Stevie stamped her boot and started to twirl. She had the Sword of Rhiannon in her hands. She

including her own body. Slice slice slice, and she'd reduced herself to a pile of pepperoni. Pizza anyone?