Arthur was stuck in a rut. He hated working the night shift. He hated doing the same thing every night.
His old pal, Wilbur, saw him and said, “I heard you had a big scare last night.”
“Yup. I’ve had enough. I’m retiring.”
“Ghosts can’t retire.”
“Watch me.”
Arthur spent the rest of eternity at the beach, where people in swimsuits scared him.
Thanks for reading and responding. You make it fun.
Mark
Oh, poor Arthur! That is a sad story, indeed, Mark. He obviously did not know the one sure way to avoid going to hell -- stay healthy and don't die...
People at the beach: Is that a ghost?
Arthur: Eek! Speedos!