When I saw him one day picking up his morning paper I asked “Marty, I can’t help but notice that you’re not jogging anymore.” He said “No, not anymore.” I said “Well, you still look fit. Is everything OK?” He said “Back in May maybe you’ll remember there was a 5K marathon down by the river. So I signed up for it. I poured my heart into that race, ran my tail off. After about 1k suddenly I was overtaken by 2 young gals and that really embarrassed me. So I decided to hang it up.” I said “Well Marty surely they were a lot younger. Why would it embarrass you with them passing you?” He said “They were walking.”
At 2 AM, which was 2 hours after her trek into the cemetery, a group with flashlights went into the cemetery to the monument and found the new resident lying dead on the ground. The group raced back in a panic and reported this to the housemother who then called the authorities. When the police and coroner arrived they visited the site of the dead girl and discovered that she had indeed driven the knife into the ground, but regrettably, unbeknownst to the resident, the knife had also gone through the hem of her skirt into the ground. The medical examiner deduced that when she attempted to stand, she felt the tug of the driven knife and, as speculated by the medical examiner, her heart, already racing from fear, went into a coronary thrombosis (heart attack). She died of heart failure ..... or so the story goes.