I own a graveyard. That may not seem like a big deal, but in my town it is. People here don't stay dead for long.
Some nut job way back cursed the whole town. Now, as soon as you get put in the ground, you break your way back out. Its my job to put you back. I even got a title out of it. I'm called the Grave keeper.
Cool eh? But the job didn't come with much. The previous Grave keeper handed me a shovel, said "good luck", then walked off. A dead man popped up and tore his head off, leaving me to figure out the rest my self.
I figured my best bet was his head, seeing as it had the brain. No dice. Guess you don't need a brain when you're dead. The shovel at least was sharp, so I swung it as hard as I could at his body. It ended up getting stuck halfway through his torso, stuck on a loose vertebrae.
I ran off cursing, into my predecessors house. On the table was a note that read " Vinegar keeps 'em down. Forgot to coat the blade. Bottle in the cupboard." Thanks old man. Now I just had to get that shovel back.