Hey mister, where you headed?
Are you in a hurry?
I need a lift to happy hour
Say oh no

Hitchin' A Ride, Greenday

Taylor chased after the ghost. 'Hey!' she hissed, hoping she wouldn't be heard by the living human that the ghost was following.

The ghost turned suddenly. 'You can see me?'

Taylor nodded, thankful that the man had carried on walking and the ghost wasn't showing any signs of following. 'Yeah.'

'Can you tell me what the hell is going on?' the blonde ghost demanded. 'Phil has been ignoring me for ages.'

Taylor took a deep breath. 'Um, you're dead.'

The ghost laughed dryly. 'And you're a comedian.'