"You were dead! You are dead! How... how the hell are you here?!"

"I'm not, dumbass. I'm still dead, I ain't fucking Sherlock Holmes, you know."

"But you're right here, I mean, I'm either imagining this or you're not dead."

"Wrong on both. This is real, you're not dreaming or imaging this shit. But I'm still dead, I am and always will be."

"But how the hell-"

"Oh my fucking god, I'm a ghost. Jesus, I thought you were into this sort of stuff, you know, ghost stories and all that weird paranormal shit."

"But ghosts aren't real, they're fictional, they don't exist!"

"I'm disappointed in you, Sammy."

"What?"

"Don't you think people need something to believe about?"