The Photographer

Greetings, kiddies!  May I take your picture?  Good, it'll be quite a SNAP...SNAP-SHOT that is heh-heh!  This putrid-picture, is about a photographer, who become quite ROTTEN...
A photographer stood behind a camera in a park, in southwestern-Ohio.  It was May, 1911 and he took a photograph of a newlywed couple, in front of a gazebo.  "Very, very nice folks, yes!" the photographer said to the young couple.  "Thank you sir!" they replied to him. That night, the photographer walked into a bar.  The bartender handed him a bottle of beer up, at the counter.  "Thanks mack!" the photographer said to him.  He drank some of the beer. All of a sudden, a man came in and shot the photographer, killing him.  The murderer stole his wallet and ran out of the place.  A month later, the murderer was walking a sidewalk at night, when someone grabbed him from behind.  He was spun around by them and he saw who it was.  The murderer peered into the rotting, zombified-face of the dead-photographer.  The zombie had: blue, rotted-flesh, rags on and no eyeballs, only worm and maggot-infested-eye sockets, with more worms squirming around in his ratty-hair of black.  The corpse strangled the killer, as he was able to shoot it, causing yellow-slime to leak out of the zombie's stomach.  As he struggled and writhed, the zombie moaned and shoved him into a hole, covering it up and burying him alive, as he screamed.  
PICTURE THAT kiddies, that photographer really made it as a good COVER-UP hee-hee.  Looks like now, his photos are selling for DIRT CHEAP Ha-Ha-Ha!