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"Um," said Danny, poking the ghost next to him with some trepidation. "Are you okay?" He'd gotten ahold of the ghost's last, unfinished painting (which had involved more theft from museums than he'd been entirely comfortable with) and gotten them materials to boot (again, not easy. Some of the ingredients in their paint hadn't been common for the last hundred or so years).
"It's finished," said the ghost in tones of awe. "I'm finally... finally done..."
"Yep," said Danny. "This was the last one, right? You don't have any other, I don't know, pencil sketches, lying around."
"No, no," said the artist faintly. "That's it. That was the last. That's all... That's... I'm done." The ghost laughed, skin sparkling. "I'm done!"
"Yeah," said Danny. "But, like, are you okay?"
"I'm great!" said the ghost, looking up at the sky and spreading their arms. They laughed again. "I'm- I've never felt better!" The ghost was glowing so brightly they were almost impossible to look at and radiating so much ectoenergy Danny was almost dizzy. Danny shielded his eyes. "Thank you! Thank you so much!"
When Danny could look again, all that was left of the ghost was glitter dancing on the breeze. And the painting. Which Danny should really try to get back to the museum. Or something.