April 1st, 1940

Sofia, Bulgaria

It would be a quiet day for the undertaker, the mourning for his newest occupant having already ended years before. While the burial itself was a state event, the aftermath was much more limited, with thoughts on a successor taking precedence as the world continued to descend into chaos. While tomb visitors from around the world did come to see his crypt and miss him, they would just leave, leaving the undertaker to just silently care for his new thresh. It was a lonely business, only done in the middle of the night in order to prevent disruption. After all, who wanted to see an undertaker walk around, checking the various crypts and tombs throughout when one came to mourn and celebrate those who walked before them.

It would be roughly thirty minutes past 9, the undertaker doing his rounds, patrolling before he would turn to the relative warmth of his office, listening in silently to news broadcasts highlighting the agony of the Second Weltkrieg. Checking the last tomb, the undertaker would pause a bit, hearing the light scraping of metal on tile behind him, slowly getting closer and closer before mysteriously stopping. Setting aside his current task, the undertaker - now turned security guard - would slowly approach where he last heard the noise, flashlight out and pistol in his right hand. Soon, a loud crack be heard to his right, the sounds of stone cascading across a polished marble floor. Quickly rushing over, the guard would see what no sane man had ever seen before. A tall, slightly hunched figure would be standing in front of the sarcophagus of the late Tzar Ferdinand, a long precise sword in his hand... and the figure would be... stabbing down into the coffin?

The guard would just pause slightly in terror but mostly in confusion. Radioing in for backup, a few more security guards would come in and quickly restrain the crazed lunatic. Dragging him away from the coffin, without the sword, the figure would cry out, "Let our combat be glorious! I am the Pope and I've been tasked by God to smite Tzar Ferdinand for his transgressions! I've defeated Raʼs al Ghul and the Joker! Let me go before I crush you asunder under my Pope-mobile!" Soon after these outbursts, the security guards would just elect to knock him out and transfer him under guard to Sofia's best mental institute. With Bulgarian Police stating that they would not press charges due to the man's age and mental instability, many in Bulgaria and around the world are silently wondering, 'Who is this lunatic and why does he look so much like Pope Pius XI?'

Happy April Fools.