Old Ben had stopped off at the local bar after work Friday to celebrate the coming of the weekend. After having a few drinks too many, he decided to take a shortcut through the graveyard on his way home. Unfortunately, in the dark he didn't see the fresh-dug hole left open for a funeral the next day and he fell in. He wasn't hurt, but try as he might, he couldn't get out of the hole. No matter how he scrambled and jumped, it was just too deep. He began calling for help, yelling as loud as he could, but nobody heard him and his voice eventually grew ragged and coarse. He finally settled down to spend the cold night in the ground until the mortician would come in the morning.
An hour later, another drunk came walking through the graveyard. Sure enough, he fell in the same hole. Ben sat in the corner watching the drunk jumping and scrambling trying to get out. Finally, just being helpful, in his ragged voice he croaked to the drunk, "You can't get out, you know."
But he did.
