As the twelfth chime striked ,ghosts from all over the world started to gather round the market square. They where celebrating a death-day one of the most gruesome events in the whole history of time.The pale spirits where illuminated from the shining moon,and on one table was a rotting ,black ,matted,grave shaped cake with the words lady Rosemary wilteredberrie engraved into it.A lady ,much paler than the rest and wearing a drooping rose in her hair,walked over to the cake and started to cut a huge slice."To my 500th death-day"she said raising a glass.