[Hey, buddy! Christopher rapidly goes through a lot of equally bullshit-tastic moods, in each one smiling.]

The death of a friend is a tragic thing. A friend's haunting can only be considered a reward from God for one's good deeds. What shall I get you for your death birthday? Wait, sorry. If you're a ghost, you can't hold the presents. I'm flattered to realize that our bond is so great that my mind will conjure up the hallucination of your physical presence. Do you like sweets or flowers?