A PARTY.

Dolly Dopple could NEVER pass up a PARTY.

Even if it was a slightly morbid, dark, depressing party with bad food and terrible music. It was still a party, and Dolly was quite convinced she could always brighten the mood if it seemed to dull. Even though she was DEAD and transparent, she still wore her pink sweater set. It was her favorite sweater set. Never let her down.

As Dolly floated into the Spirit Room, a HUGE smile rested on her face. "Hellooooo, my dears! Welcome to the party!" She was going to bring a tray of hors d'oeuvres, but then she remembered... she couldn't assemble OR carry them to the party. Oh well.

The terrible music was noted, but there was nothing Dolly could do about it. Myrtle, however, was quite the party pooper, as they say. Dolly could hardly hear the terrible music with Myrtle shouting about her lonesome, miserable life. "Oh, Myrtle, DO calm down, we all know how miserable you are - no need to shout it."

Oh, was Sir Podmore here? He was such a handsome dead fellow...