this was back in 1982 i think. it was a full moon night and i went to dinner and a movie with my friend paul and on the way back i said “oh, it’s a full-moon!” being silly as he was he bayed at it. this put him in a morbid mood i guess because he decided to swing by a cemetery near my house before taking me home. i already thought he was crazy but this took the cake. he pulls up into the cemetery and parks. a grave stone with “phillips” on it was to my right. he gets out and starts giving a speech to the dead. he said “i hope you can take this lying down, like you have a choice” and “this is going to kill you” and “i know this is the ‘dead’ of night” etc. i was scared that the ghosts would take revenge on his lack of respect. but as he was rattling on the flowers on the phillips grave fell over. there was no wind. paul then gets back in the car and takes me home.