Chapter Eighteen: Never Trust The Living

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They're teleported into the Neitherworld, where Juno is talking to the dead football players who think that Juno is their coach. It's revealed that Juno put the whorehouse in the model for Beetlejuice. "Will you guys shut up and leave me alone?", said Juno to the Football Players "I've got all this paperwork to do." Just as she spoke, there's a knock a door. It was the Receptionist and the Maitlands entered the office. "You two, come in", she said to the couple. "Sit down. Get in here, both of ya! The whorehouse was my idea. I want Betelgeuse out of the picture. You two have really screwed up! I received word that you allowed yourselves to be photographed, and you let Betelgeuse out and didn't put him back, and you let Otho get hold of the handbook! "When?" asked Adam. "Never trust the living!", answered Juno as she rolled her eyes. "We cannot have a routine haunting like yours provide proof that there is existence beyond death. "Coach. Coach, where's the men's room?", asked a Dumb Football Player. "I'm not your coach", answered Juno. "He survived." "Let me get somethin' straight", said a Very Dumb Football Player. "What's our curfew around here?" "Will you get outta here!", said Juno. " Go on, get downstairs! "'Men's room!" Are ya kidding? Can't you read signs?" To Adam and Barbara "I'll be right back."

    Back in the living world and the very next morning. "Maybe this was all a bad idea", said Charles. "I didn't say anything", said Delia. "Oh, who are we kidding, Charles. You've never had a bad idea." "Yeah?", said Charles. "Yeah, this could all work out. Home. Though...I'm not sure that this is the right environment for Lydia -- Snakes. Ghosts." "Shrimp". said Delia. "Oh, you family types", said Otho. "You've got other things to worry about. Maxie Dean's coming up here tonight. You've gotta figure out a way to sell those ghosts. I can only do so much." "What are you gonna do?" asked Charles. "Viciously rearrange their environment?" "I know just as much about the supernatural as I do about interior design", answered Otho. In her room, Lydia is writing a suicide note as Gaetano Donizetti's "Regnava Nel Silenzio" ("Silence Reigned" in English) plays. ""I am... alone." Said Lydia as she throws away paper. "I am utterly... alone. By the time... you read this, I will be gone. Having jumped..." She scribbles out jumped. "Having plummeted... off the Winter... River... Bridge."

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