Admist the many dead waiting for their number to be called sat Beetlejuice. He was so close to being freed from this hell of an afterlife; but it was ruined.. once again. It was like a moment of Deja vu for him considering it wasn't his first rodeo. It blew up. Quite literally. He popped like a balloon over it all. So now he had to wait until his number was called.

He decided to check the number he had taken from the front desk. 9,746,892. '' ..Shit... Well ain't that just great.. '' He grumbled under his breath with dripping sarcasm; shoving the paper back into his pocket; his eyes wandering around the room as if trying to think of a plan to cheat his way out of waiting.