One night, after closing time a barman is sitting at his bar minding his own buisiness, when a spectral hound floats in through the door.

The barman, being an exceptionally cool kind of guy, asks yeah, what do you want?.

The phantom hound explains, in a haunting voice Ive lost my tail … and cannot rest until a kindly barman stitches it back-on.

At this request the barman stands back astonished and says to the phantom dog … Sorry, but we dont re-tail spirits at this time of night.