Harrow tosses his head back and barks a laugh! He claps his hands together excitedly and scuffs the heels of his boots in the dirt as he cackles.

"Maaaaan, Forty, that's a good one! Let me tell one more – and just one, 'cause if we keep goin' like this I'm gonna run outta jokes real quick. After that I wanna hear your Hallow's End resolutions."

"Okay. Okay. How many paladins does it take to screw in a lightbulb?"

He pauses, smiling like a scheming eel as he waits, but he can't hold out long. He blurts out, "Two! One to screw in the bulb and the other to uphold the Light!"

So maybe not a cannibalism joke, but a laugh at paladins' expense should always be appropriate in undead company, right?