After the Rocky Horror crowd had dispersed, the two of us migrated to the nearest cemetery to wander about and philosophise. We eventually settled atop its lone building, which grew more interesting once daybreak illuminated the strange smokestacks and design.
"I think this is a crematorium!" my friend proposed, pressing his hand against a still-warm stack.
"Neat," I agreed. We hopped to the ground and approached its enormous double doors. "Wouldn't it be awesome if they forgot to lock it?"
I twisted a handle in jest...and it turned.
Huge eyes and openmouthed grins emerged, as the prowling began anew!