“Gross, why you gotta call it ‘spew’, Squeamie? That’s the worst way you could have said that!” Wade said, making fake retching noises through the giggles he was trying to hide. “And I thought I was a dirty boy, I was just talkin’ about blood of course.”

He continued giggling to himself, now sifting through the piles on the floor around him. “Thought about it, but since I brought my wife back to life, we can’t go full Ghost on it so, like, what’s even the point? Do you do pottery? Got a ghost boyfriend to help?”