[ He shrugged. ]

That's all you ghosts ever seem to want. Tell a relative this, send someone that. All so demanding when you figure out people can see you.

[ There was always a shocked 'you can see me?' then immediately followed by a 'can you help me?' He was surprised this one didn't start off with the same thing. Though maybe his 'skills' have been circulating around the dead world ]

Why do you want to cook so badly?