Celebrities are Ray Combs, Nicole Simpson, and Stevie Ray Vaughan in order of appearance.

Yes, this chapter is short. I'm torn on whether or not the next chapter goes into their history a little or moves us forward so I'm adding a little step in both directions.

Also, I'm open to suggestions, preferences, helpful critiques, and the works. Don't feel obligated, but if there's something you want, I'd love to hear about it.

SevenYears after Beetlejuice was Eaten by a Sandworm
Now Serving Number 8,059,942,647,886

Beetlejuice could feel that it was getting close to his number. Then he remembered that there were still 1,938,441,102,114 ghosts left in front of him. Heck, that coiffed redhead had gotten out of her before him. Beetlejuice was sure he'd been cheated.

Surprisingly, that didn't seem so important to him anymore.

Today was the anniversary of when he'd been sent here seven years before and he was celebrating it obnoxiously by walking around in a party hat and putting his arm around people.

The first was a guy trailing bed sheets around his neck. He was staring hard at Miss Argentina and when mumbling things. When Beetlejuice had gotten closer, he realized that guy was just repeating the words "civil servant" over and over. Bo-oring. So Beetlejuice decided to liven up his afterlife. "Hey, how ya doin'?" he flashed a sleazy grin. "You like jokes?" The guy flashed him a glare that could peel paint and shoved him away before going back to his muttering.

Beetlejuice, mildly offended, readjusted his suit and moved on to some smoking blonde chick with a gaping neck. Reminded him of Juno except she was hot. Wearing some skimpy black outfit that showed just enough. Heck, he didn't even mind all the extra stab wounds. However, she took one look at him, crossed her legs, and pretended he didn't exist. Beetlejuice, not put off in the least, sat next to her long enough to get a good look down her top before moving on.

Lastly, he tried some guy with a head all bent out of shape. What was it with all these people getting stabbed, shot, or whatever in the head? This one seemed slightly more genial. He looked at Beetlejuice's hat for a second, which was all it took for Beetlejuice to go off on some long spiel about getting left at the alter and eaten. The guy lost interest quickly.

Now Beetlejuice was left to sit on his own and think some more. He'd been idly humming the song piping through the waiting room speakers when he suddenly realized it was the "Banana Boat Song." Sure the Maitlands had chosen it to scare the Deetz's, but it had been his and Lydia's song first.

Wait… what? Where had that thought come from?

Beetlejuice rewound the thought to see if it made more sense the second time around. It did. He remembered. Oh hell, he remembered.

His best friend Lydia from over a hundred years ago… no, only eleven… Beetlejuice put his head in his hands. He couldn't remember properly.

After a few minutes of struggling with this new information, Beetlejuice realized that time had gone funky and he'd been so messed up he hadn't even noticed it. Now he wanted to cry. Well, not in front of these jerks.

He hadn't just gone out and tortured some random family like he thought. He'd gone out and tortured his best friend's family. And then he'd tried to marry his best friend without evening recognizing her.

Suddenly Beetlejuice felt low. He felt so low that he began to melt into a puddle in his seat. "Alright, pull yourself together man." At least now he knew, he thought as he literally pulled himself together. Maybe she would even forgive him.

But… why hadn't she remembered him?

Then it really hit him. Fully.

This was going to be harder than he'd thought.