As I was pouring myself a hot drink on this chilly day, I fell victim to the practical joke that's been in the family for awhile.
It all started with an unwanted brussel sprout (can you make that singular?) that was left in a mug as a joke. A few other "gifts" were left, and eventually Mr. Corpse became the permanent resident, to be found in one of the mugs at any given moment.
It's fun when these things resurface. This one and the carrot always make me laugh.