Now it is your job to try to figure out WTF she is talking about. The best I have come up with is that her dead friend's hearse, being driven by a cross-eyed kid, revved-up its engine on the way to the gravesite and someone was hiding on a poorly lit track along the way. I think that's what happened anyway...
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