out west long ago. There was nobody on the streets. He tied off his horse and went into the saloon. It was empty except for the barkeep. "Where is everybody?" he asked the barkeep.
"They're all at the hanging on the other side of town," said the barkeep.
"Yeah? Who are they hanging?"
"Brown Paper Ed."
"Did you say Brown Paper Ed?"
"Yup. He wears brown paper clothes, has a saddle made of brown paper. His hat is brown paper, his chaps, his gunbelt, his holster, his boots--all brown paper."
"What are they hanging him for?"