Cycling down the road by the cemetery was this young fella on his
newly-acquired bike. As he passed, he thought he heard voices from
inside  the cemetery, and slowed down to investigate. Sure enough, he
did hear a  voice "One for you, One for me.... One for you,....." but could not
trace  where it was coming from. Then suddenly, he realized what it was.
"Oh myGod!" he shuddered, "It's Satan and St.Peter dividing the souls at the
 cemetery!". "Quick, I must find someone else to listen to this, otherwise
 no one else would believe me.". So he cycled down the road a bit, and to
 his relief there was an old man with a walking stick, hobbling his way
 towards the town.

"Sir, sir, come quickly please. " he said, "You won't believe what I
 heard.  Satan and St.Peter are down at the cemetery dividing the souls.
I heard  them myself - come with me, I'll show you".

"Shoo off ya young brat you! Ya know no end of ya silly practical jokes,
 you do." the man said.  "Having the noive to ask me to walk back all the
woi to the cemetery - Can't ya see I'm finding it difficult to walk as it  is!.
Now shoo off before I whack ya one with moi walking stick!  Young  folk my
day treated elders with respect, you hear me, RESPECT!"

 However, after several belated pleas, the young fellow finally talked the
 old man into hobbling his way back to the cemetery, and sure enough,
they  heard the mysterious voice from somewhere inside, "One for you,
one for  me... One for you, one...."

"Egad, laddie you's been speakin' the throot all thees toime." whispered
 the old man. "Let's see if we can catch a glimpse of the Devil heemself."
 and shivering with fear, edged toward the cemetery fence along with the
 young lad. Peeking in from just outside the fence, they still couldn't see
 anything, but sure enough, still heard -

"One for you, one for me.... One for you, one for me.... And one last
one for you. There, that's all. Now let's go get those nuts by the fence and
we'll be done."