Hope I made it clear enough, but in case it isn't, this is (spoilers) Phantom Planet, when he gets rid of his powers.

Disclaimer: Not Butch Hartman, last I checked.

"Danny!" Death cried. "Come in, come in, have a cup of coffee!"

Before he could so much as open his mouth to ask 'Come in where, your imaginary consultation room?'- the green swirls of the Ghost Zone being unchanged since he was last here- he was being pushed firmly into a squashy chair that looked like it had been stolen straight from the kids section of the Nasty Burger, and a steaming mug of coffee was being shoved at his face.

"…uh, thanks, I guess? But my friends are kind of waiting for me, so-"

"You have no idea how boring this job got." Death complained right over him as- he? She? It?- threw its cloaked form upon yet another chair that seemed to appear from nowhere. "Usually there's at least a few interesting ones that come by once in a while, but for the past year it's just been a lot of screaming and fainting. Oh, the fainting. They just drop like flies and leave me nothing to do until they wake up but stare at their bodies. Or maybe poke them. Occasionally." The hood turned to look at the untouched mug in Danny's hand. "Drink up! That's a really good brew, I'll have you know!"

Danny sipped at his drink. Death casually added, "I blame you, personally."

Danny nearly spit the coffee out into the hood's hole sputtering. "Wh- How can your boring job possibly be my fault?!"

The manner with which the hood stared at him implied that he was slow beyond saving. "You used up the 'interesting' quota for humans." He could almost hear the unspoken 'duh'.

There really was nothing he could say to that, so he took another sip of coffee. He had more important things to ask Death anyway, like: 'If I'm seeing you now, after stepping into the Ghost Portal again, does this mean I got rid of my ghost powers? (Please say yes.)' Or: 'So it's your fault Phantom got blamed for the missing furniture, that time?'

What came out instead was: "Is this that cat shit coffee Tucker once tricked me into drinking?"

"Oi, you plebeian! There's nothing wrong with civet cat coffee."

"Uh, it's made of cat poo, that's pretty wrong right there."

"Wrong, it's made of the coffee beans that they eat. Besides, it tastes wonderful!"

"They still poop it out. That's just gross. And Sam just went on and on about 'caging the poor animals up for our own selfish human benefit' or something, never mind that she drank it too and liked it before Tuck told us what it was."

"Hmm, and how are things on that front, lovebird?"

"There is no front! We are not lovebirds!"

"It's a river in E~gypt!" Death sounded almost delighted as he sang that out.

"Anyway, look, I really want to get back to my life already. A nice, normal life without Danny Phantom."

"That is a river in Egypt too."

"Huh?"

"Never mind. You've been touched by Death, don't you see? You can't run from it, no matter how you try."

A skeletal hand points at his head, and Danny tugs a lock of hair in front of his eyes.

"…if that's the only way you've touched me, from now on, I'll be satisfied."

"Afraid of Death?"

"Afraid that if I continue, I'm just kidding myself. I'm not that important to Amity Park, halfa or not."

"Bet you that you are."

"M'not."

"You are, and I bet that if you aren't, next time I see you, I'll keep it a secret from your parents that you were Phantom from the rest of your afterlives. Of course, you are, so you'll just have to admit that you're in love with your girlfriend."

"There are many reasons why that will never happen."

"Egypt. Bet on?"

"Oh, yes."