Charles was setting Beetlejuice up in the recliner in his room. The demon was covered in guaze patches, dressed in sweats, and actually clean for once. He was also awake and moving sluggishly. He gave Lydia a weak smile and wave when she came in. 

"Your friend has a very...interesting sense of humor," Charles remarked before Lydia asked him about the picture.

He paused. The man frowned and came over to take the picture gently. "That's my wife," He said, "She passed a long time ago. Her name was also Delia." 

He didn't seem to put two and two together. But Beetlejuice, listening from the recliner, did. 

"Holy shit," he croaked.