An older gentleman of Italian descent lived alone out in the country. He wanted to dig his tomato garden, but it was very exhausting work since the ground was hard. His only son, Vincent, who had always helped him, was currently in prison. The man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:

Dear Vincent,
I am feeling pretty badly because it looks like I won't be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a
garden plot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me.
Love, Dad

A few days later he received a letter from his son:

Dear Dad,
Don't dig up that garden. That's where I buried the bodies.
Love, Vinnie

The next morning at around 4:00 AM, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the older man and left. That same day the old man received another letter from his son:

Dear Dad,
Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love you,
Vinnie
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