So the other day we got a tornado in downtown Minneapolis. We were all shuffled into a room with no windows where I found a tiny pencil laying on the table.
"Wow" I thought, "I should grab that tiny pencil!"
Then I found a tiny scrap of paper on the table. "This is no accident!" I thought.
Say we had been hit by the tornado and I was killed. When the rescuers found my lifeless corpse they would notice me clutching a tiny piece of paper in my hand.
"Amazing!" they would think. "He knew he was doomed and quickly wrote down his last thoughts about life and his loved ones."
As they reached down with tear soaked cheeks to pull my deeply personal last respects of my last moments of life out of my once warm, soft hands they would have found this...
Hawaiian ghosts wearing leis.