Scrooge looked down in the grave, saw the fires below and asked the ominous specter, “Whose final resting place is this?” The third ghost pointed his bony finger at the tombstone which read, “Ebenezer Scrooge.” Scrooge started to protest and then said, “What are you talking about? There’re nothing wrong with me! It’s everyone else that’s screwed up. That Bob Cratchit is a freeloader. And that girl I dated? Please. She was nothing more than a gold digger. And Bob Marley? What a complete waste of oxygen. Thanks for dragging me out in the cold.”
The third ghost glared at Scrooge and shook his head. He then pushed the old man into the grave and dusted off his hands.
“#$%# narcissists,” the ghost grumbled,” They never learn their lesson.”