This is not my name...

Joni was very late at night going home to his house, the road to his house was haunted by the famous cemetery, but her own home rather than be fired so she thought her husband fierce, little by little he gathered his courage began to walk, look straight ahead while the mouth moving (mbah shaman times yee), right until he meet  grandmother, Joni curious about that grandmother . conversation occurred as follows:
Joni: Why grandma doing in this grave, you not afraid with devil?
grandmothers: yeah... i cant think about this, why my name in my RIP was wrong? Can you change this...
Joni: $@%#%@(%)#&%) (without any think) ruuunnn.......