An old man lived alone in Norfolk and he wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, who used to help him, was in prison for murder, so old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament. Dear son, I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my potato garden this year. I'm just getting far too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me. Love, Dad A few days later, he received a letter from his son. Dear Dad: For fuck's.sake, don't dig up that garden! That's where I buried all the bodies! At 4 a.m. the next morning the police turned up and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologised to the old man and left. That same day, the old man received another letter from his son... Dear Dad: You can go ahead and plant the potatoes now. It's the best I could do under the circumstances.