*Rose doesn't think anyone is lying, though they could always just be mistaken.*
"Cause it just kind of billowed in the wind and walked to the graveyard in the dead o'night," the drunk hiccups, "What else could it be?"
"Yeah, well I seen it too! It weren't no sheet, it was a man," another drunk says
"It was a sheet!"
"A man!"
"Yeah, what kind o' man?"
"I dunno. I didn't see it real good. Weren't a sheet though."