Black 4th Of July

HAPPY 4TH OF GHOULY Kiddies!  It's time to set off a few FIREHACKERS outside eh?  Well, in honor of this NATIONAL HOLISLAY, I have just the thing...
Back on July 4th, 1939, there was a cottage down in northeastern-Alabama.  Inside, an old lady sat in a rocking-chair in the front room, sewing a sweater.  She rocked back and forth, seeing two young boys run into the room.  "Grandma, are y'all ready for the celebration tonight?" they asked the old woman.  "Why, yes I am boys.  I just wish y'all Grandpa was still here for it, bein' the mayor" she replied and smiled.  "So do we" they agreed.  The boys ran out of the cottage and raced a few miles behind it, reaching a big graveyard.  One of the gravestones had: "PERCY R. MILLER 1850-1939" carved on it.  "Howdy Grandpa, Happy 4th Of July, it's me, Clem and Jeb's here too" one of the boys said, staring at the stone.  "Howdy Grandpa, Happy Independence Day!" Jeb said, looking down at the stone too.  "Come on, Jeb, let's head down to the river" Clem said.  "Alright Clem!" he replied and they ran off beyond the cemetery.  As the sounds of birds chirped nearby, the dirt before Percy's tombstone moved and shook.  
The ground of the grave gave way as yellow-white flesh all rotted and decayed, jutted out of the Earth.  It was the zombified-head of Percy R. Miller, his white hair covered with writhing-worms.  He grunted deeply at the sunlight, staring into it with his eyeless-sockets.  That evening, Clem, Jeb and their grandmother were all outside the cottage, with a crowd watching a mayor at a podium.  "Happy 4th Of July folks!  As your new mayor, I shall say a prayer now!" the mayor spoke.  Meanwhile in the backwoods where the cemetery was, the zombie of Percy moved slowly step by step toward the cottage, swaying in the moonlight.  His decaying-lips hung-open suddenly, seeping out blackened-ooze.  The corpse wore a black suit and tie, cracking the bones of his yellow-white, rotted-fingers, putting his dead hands together.  Soon, he approached the crowd.  "Now, I shall cut the 4th Of July Cake!" the mayor announced, standing at a table, over a  huge chocolate one.  "Happy Independence Day sir!  May I do that please?  It was always my job each year as the former mayor" the zombie cackled in a deep, raspy-voice, holding a large knife.  The old dead man's nose fell off onto the cake, as the crowd screamed.  
Well, that was quite NOSEY wasn't it Kiddies?  I guess Ol' Grandpa Percy got to the celebration at the FRIGHT TIME and enjoyed his CAKE WALK there hee-hee-hee-hee-hee.