Beetlejuice Beetlejuice

VI

Astrid went through a strange set of doors made of bone with Jeremy following behind. They then found themselves in the afterlife's waiting room as Jeremy said, "Okay. You just wait here. I'm going to go find out where we're supposed to go."

"Make sure to ask where my dad is," Astrid said as Jeremy nodded. Turning around, Astrid saw a zombie mall Santa sitting on the couch.

"Merry Christmas," he groaned as Astrid turned away.

"Thanks," Jeremy said to the lady at the front desk. He then walked up to Astrid and said, "Okay. We need to go to immigration."

As soon as Jeremy guided Astrid out of the room, Cooper entered the room and began asking different spirits the same question.

"Have you seen a beautiful, living girl with a slimy dead guy?"

No one gave him the answer he wanted, so he went up to the front desk, unaware of the headless spirit of Charles Deetz entering the room behind him.

"Excuse me," the ghost said as he gently moved Cooper aside. He then turned to the lady and said, "Excuse me. Can I please speak to your brother? My wife is in a flamethrower. I'll get home soon."

"That's sweet," the ghoul said. "Please take a number and take a seat." Charles did so. As the girl was about to close the window, she was stopped by Cooper holding it open.

"I need help," he said hurriedly. "I'm looking for a living girl who may have come through here. She's about 5'01", black hair, and is dressed as Marie Curie. She came in with a slimy dead bastard dressed like James Dean or Richie from Happy Days. Did they come through here?"

"They came through here," the girl answered. "They went towards the soul train."

"Thank you," Cooper said as he ran out of the room to find the room.

Meanwhile, Charles realized he sat next to a surfer who lost his bottom half to a shark. They gave each other a cowabunga hand sign before waiting.

—

"Oh, powers of the hereafter," Delia said in the graveyard, recording herself as she began doing the strange ritual. "Accept my Charles as I have accepted his passing.

"No, I haven't," she silently muttered honestly. "And I won't ever. There's no expiry date on sorrow. Oh, well that's good.

"Though there is no expiry date on sorrow," Delia shouted as she continued the ritual, "Kings of commerce, Knights of Nazdak, deem him worthy to enter the gates of your realm.

"You are no more my king," Delia continued as she let the snakes out of a basket, "but with the blessing of the angels of undying love, I, your surviving queen, proudly take up the mantle of your..."

She was cut off by the snakes biting both sides of her neck, causing her to fall dead on top of Charles' grave. They weren't defanged.

—

At the house, Rory handed trick-or-treaters the carrot sticks he traded the candy for, when Lydia ran up the steps.

"Are you all right, honey?" Rory asked his fiance in worry. "You look a little manic."

"Just a little wedding anxiety," Lydia lied. "Just going to go up and try on my dress, but don't come up because it's about to let you see me before the ceremony." Rory nodded as Lydia went inside.

"Well, hello. Who's clowning around?" Rory joked as more trick-or-treaters, dressed like clowns, ran up to him. "Here we are. Apples, carrot sticks, and some bran raisins, because no one likes a big, fat clown."