A man left his local saloon late one warm summer evening, and headed, somewhat erratically, toward home. The shortest route led through a cemetery. Being a level-headed sort, even in his condition, he thought nothing of it.

Unfortunately, there was not enough light for him to notice a freshly-dug grave. In he tumbled. Fortunately, the hole was otherwise unoccupied.

After a few attempts at leaping to safety, and about the same number of equally ineffective yells for help, the inconvenienced gentleman settled down in a corner to await the arrival of day and the sexton. Soon he was asleep.

An hour later another patron of the same establishment also attempted to navigate the cemetery. Unlike his predecessor, he found his besotted mind filled with anxiety about all kinds and manner of ghoulies, ghosties, long-leggedy beasties, and things that go bump ... and there he was, down in the same hole. Frantically, he screamed for assistance. Putting forth every effort of which his inebriated frame was capable, he did his best to elevate himself to the safety of ground level. To no avail.

Of course, the previous victim was eventually awakened by all the commotion. Guessing what was going on, he said in a sleepy voice, "You can't get out of here by jumping."