Three writers, Jack, Eddie, and Carl, who were attending a writing convention, booked a 3 bedroom suite on the 75th floor of a hotel.
When they arrived back at the hotel from the convention, the receptionist told them, โIโm terribly sorry, but all the elevators are broken.
In the meantime, you will have to take the stairs.โ
Now, Jack was a writer of funny stories, Eddie was a writer of scary stories, and Carl was a writer of sad stories.
The three of them agreed that, to make it less boring, Jack would tell the other two his funniest stories while they climbed from floors 1 to 25, Eddie would tell his scariest stories from floors 26 to 50, and Carl would tell his saddest stories from floors 51 to 75.
They started to climb the stairs, and Jack started to tell funny stories.
By the time they reached the 25th floor, Eddie and Carl were laughing hysterically.
Then Eddie started to tell scary stories.
By the time they reached the 50th floor, Jack and Carl were hugging each other in fear.
Then Carl started to tell sad stories.
โIโll tell my saddest story of all first,โ he said, smiling nervously, โThere once was a man named Carl who left the hotel room key in the carโฆโ
