Once upon a midnight dreary, a spectral being—dubbed Gerald—decided that the afterlife was in dire need of comedic relief. Armed with nothing but a wit sharper than his spectral shovel, he roamed the realms unseen, seeking laughter among the living.
Gerald's first encounter was with an unsuspecting kitten, which merely yawned and gave him a look, as if to say, "I don't get paid enough for this." Undeterred, Gerald attempted a joke: "Why are ghosts bad liars? Because you can see right through them!" The kitten blinked, perhaps contemplating the complexities of feline philosophy.
But it was Clarence, a retired emergency brake technician, who truly appreciated Gerald’s talents. Over tea (though it was really just hot water and hope), Clarence chuckled, "Imagine a world where ghosts held stand-up nights! I've seen ruins with better punchlines."