Jack walked through the cemetery, saying polite hellos to his friends who hovered over their grave sites, moaning in greeting.
"Why so glum, Jack?"
Jack turned around in surprise.
"Oh... Hello Mayor."
"Your ideas for next Halloween are very insightful! It's sure to be the worst we've ever had!"
"That's nice." Jack said. "Although it can't possibly be a success without Sally."
"You miss her, don't you Bone Daddy?" Jack smiled sadly at the thin scrawny zombie who was playing a dismal tune on his saxophone accompanied by his band members on the accordion and the bass.
"More than I thought possible, James. But where could she be?"
"We'll help you find her, won't we?" The mayor said enthusiastically.
The citizens of the town of Halloween cheered. "Of course we will, Jack!"
They searched high and low and everywhere between in their town called Halloween.
Jack scoured the streets in search of his beautiful rag doll, but after several hours with no sign of her, his broken heart began to beat faster with anxiety.
A strange feeling came over him then.
For the first time in his afterlife he was afraid.
Sadly, he walked out of the cemetery and headed home feeling gloomier than he ever thought possible.