The old gravedigger stared down into the

The old gravedigger stared down into the pit. He propped himself on his shovel and rubbed his chin. Well, this was unusual. He had never had a corpse sit up and stare at him.

Old Charlie said "Miss, you're looking a little worse for wear. But since you 'pear to be 'mong the livin' let's getchu outta that grave. He reached down & she grasped his hand.

The grip of the lady in the grave was bony yet delicate. Old Charlie helped her back to this side of the world and asked her name. "Why, it's Delta Prawn." Charlie

thought, Delta Prawn? Like a District 9 prawn? He was smitten so ignored the red flag. He’d dug up a keeper! What Charlie really liked about Ms. Prawn as she exited her grave

was the sultry way she shook her mandibles, and antenae. At least, he thought they were mandibles and antenae; who knew what shrimp anatomy was called?

Except other shrimp, and some really sick perverts. But this giant shrimp had "wit." That's what attracted me. Precocious little brine is what I called....it. I never knew what sex

it ever had. "Oh Dickie my dickie doo", as Oscar Wilde put it. But who knew crustaceans had such an imaginative sex life.

She rushed through the doorway and ran right into the person she was hoping to find, her brother just coming home from the war and he had a present for her.

the not-quite-super superhero Napkinman would be this interested in napkins. Or would he? But..no! Alas! Folded into each napkin was the evidence of her crimes she had once hidden.