As I unpacked the kit, a tightly folded sheet of paper fluttered to the floor
I found the graveyard kit on a clearance rack in my local Kmart in Damascus, Oregon in 2010. It contained an assortment of tacky Halloween items: Styrofoam gravestones and bones, plastic black roses and cloth splattered with fake blood. I stuck it in my loft, still shrink-wrapped, and forgot about it until a couple of years later, when my daughter announced she wanted a Halloween-themed fifth birthday party.
As I unpacked the decorations, a tightly folded sheet of paper fluttered to the floor. Smoothed out, it revealed a neat, handwritten note. “Sir,” it began. “If you occasionally buy this product, please kindly resend this letter to the World Human Right Organisation. Thousands people here who are under the persecution of the Chinese Communist Party Government will thank and remember you for ever.”
