Tickled to death!

A few days ago, we were strolling through the Park City cemetery and a crowd of busy workers was busy making the place nice for the upcoming Memorial Day Weekend.

I said to my wife: “I would hate to be among the dead and have to hear all this awful noise from all of these lawn maintenance machines. It probably would wake me up and I'd roll in my grave”.

Then as we move past a fellow running his trimmer, my wife responded: “Don't you fear this machine might be tickling the folks resting underground too?”

I blurted: “Not for a minute; they're all tickled to death!”