Author's Note: As I walked by the cemetery near my home one evening, I thought I saw a little tramp huddled on a monument atop a grave, trying to keep warm. I was surprised to see him, and as our eyes met, I noticed he seemed vaguely familiar. Then, as I looked longer, I realized that he was tranlucent, and he seemed to fade right before my eyes. That was the night I met Charlie Chaplin!