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Stanley had been a waiter ever since he was in high
school. Now in his fifties, he still served people
their meals in the same restaurant he loved so dearly.
One day, though, Stanley suffered a fatal heart attack.
His grief-stricken wife, Fannie, was also a firm
believer in spiritualism, and was certain that she would
be able to talk to her departed husband's spirit. For
months she attempted to contact him through an assorted
number of psychics and spiritualists, but all to no avail.
One night, while thinking it over, she realized that
the reason she had so much trouble was because his spirit
would remain haunting the place where he spent most of
his time: the restaurant! She called up the restaurant
and spoke to his old boss. The man, willing to do
anything to comfort a late employee's widow, agreed to
let her stage a seance at the restaurant after closing
time.
The night of the seance, Fannie sat at a table, clearing
her mind, and softly she spoke: "Stanley, can you hear me?"
"Hello, Fannie. How's by you?" came the unmistakeable
sound of Stanley's voice.
"Stanley, I can barely hear you. Could you speak a little
louder?"
"I can't speak louder. It was always bad for my heart and
look what happened when I did!"
"Well, can you move a little closer to me?"
"No, that I cannot do."
"Why not?"
"I'm sorry, but that's not my table."
school. Now in his fifties, he still served people
their meals in the same restaurant he loved so dearly.
One day, though, Stanley suffered a fatal heart attack.
His grief-stricken wife, Fannie, was also a firm
believer in spiritualism, and was certain that she would
be able to talk to her departed husband's spirit. For
months she attempted to contact him through an assorted
number of psychics and spiritualists, but all to no avail.
One night, while thinking it over, she realized that
the reason she had so much trouble was because his spirit
would remain haunting the place where he spent most of
his time: the restaurant! She called up the restaurant
and spoke to his old boss. The man, willing to do
anything to comfort a late employee's widow, agreed to
let her stage a seance at the restaurant after closing
time.
The night of the seance, Fannie sat at a table, clearing
her mind, and softly she spoke: "Stanley, can you hear me?"
"Hello, Fannie. How's by you?" came the unmistakeable
sound of Stanley's voice.
"Stanley, I can barely hear you. Could you speak a little
louder?"
"I can't speak louder. It was always bad for my heart and
look what happened when I did!"
"Well, can you move a little closer to me?"
"No, that I cannot do."
"Why not?"
"I'm sorry, but that's not my table."