Just when thought it was safe to throw out your crucifix air freshener, it comes back: THE FARTING
Maybe my father-in-law's comment about my wife and me croaking and having only cats to find our bodies (see the entry below) got to me, but I starting wondering today what kinds of afterlife activities I might take up.
I figure I'll remain on Earth for a while, haunting people who deserve it.
My method of operation would involve inopportune farting. I'd wait until my victim's on a hot date, in a job interview or stuck in a crowded elevator during a power outage, then I'd let rip a big garlic onion burrito fart and make it look like my hauntee did it.