Betelgeuse gave a rude, loud snort of laughter, that was far wetter than a human should make.

"Not unless I have to, babes," Betelgeuse said. "Problem with killing someone is they become ghosts and then I gotta listen to the loser whine, whine, whine about murder and all. Hell, no, do I wanna put up with that! On the other hand, better another ghost, than letting the already dead end up in the Lost Souls room, know what I mean?"