Harrowheart laughs quietly. "Death don't collect dues on Earth, maybe. Sometimes I forget y'all got different rules there."

He pats his chest with one of his floating hands. "As for me? Shoot, bud, come on. I played the game, I guessed everything awful about you! Now you gotta guess about me. What's the worst kinda thing a guy from just outside Memphis thinks a ghost-handed dead man from another world gets up to? Amuse me, man."

Should this be amusing? Probably not. But birds of an a-moral feather and all of that.