Beetlejuice lifted his head, his hair and complexion a sickly, mournful purple. "You know why I never go to the Netherworld?" He asked, sniffling and wiping his face on his sleeve. "Because everyone there either hates me, or tries to use me for my powers." He paused, "They'll pretend to be my friend, and I'll fall for it like the idiot I am, and then once they get what they want from me, [i]poof[/i], they're gone."

He paused again to wipe his nose. "And now you have other breathers to hang around. Why would you wanna hang out with...with a dead guy?"

He broke into tears again. Clearly he'd stewed on this for a while. Probably the last few days, until it all came to a point. Now the house was upside down and he was afraid he was going to lose his best and only friend."