There was this man who died.
In the funeral home all his skin rotted off.
When no one was looking he bolted out the door.
He now has a friend with him and his friend has another friend with him.
His friends' friend asks him "why won't the skeleton cross the road?", the friend answers back "he doesn't have the guts to do it!
Then the skeleton says "well, i guess i'll have to go back to the funeral home.
But, he can't get back because ..... the skeleton says "oh no, not another road!"