Wasn't sure where to put this, but thought it was a hoot so stuck it here. It's from our local (very small town) paper, the historical happenings column.
'1935, The Independence, Mo., Examiner newspaper has a large article on Rich Hill grocer Frank Koontz. He is a ventriloquist, who 20 years ago, turned a Rich Hill burial into a riot. As the deceased was being lowered into the grave, a voice, seemingly from the casket, said "Let me down easy, boys. I can't see where I'm going!" Suddenly the casket, now on end, and Koontz were alone in the cemetery!'