“What the hell?” Jack thought to himself as he read the article.
“Jack Falorn, 22, died last Thursday due to unknown circumstances”
He put down the newspaper, and whipped out his cell phone.
“I’m getting to the bottom of this bullshit” he said as he dialed the newspaper’s number.
After a few rings he was connected with an operator.
"Hello, my name is Thomas, how may I help you?"
“Hey, my name is Jack Falorn, and you put an obituary in your newspaper of my death, but like, I’m not dead, and its my picture and everything in the paper”
There were a few moments of silence, then the operator responded with “Oh my sir, we are very sorry to hear that, that article was meant for next Friday’s paper” and then the line went dead.