I just went out to buy a sweet potato for dinner, and the store I elected to go to is about a 3.5 block walk from where I live, in a major US city. It's dark out now (just got back), and as I was walking home with Reginald (the potato, it was a big one so I named it), I crossed an intersection that was the midway point in my return walk.
Out of nowhere, I heard about 30 seconds of VERY clear, in tempo, church bells ringing, coming from down the street on my left side.
I've lived here 4 years now and there are no churches that way.
:scared
Reginald is haunted
Most likely answer, they must be cooked and eaten for his soul to finally rest
You're gonna be haunted with farts if you eat him
Jokes on Reginald, I ALREADY AM FULL OF FARTS!