This is my kitchen. So often would I come here to engage in activities such as eating or drinking or chopping or blending. Ah, but to quote the raven, "Not anymore". Or something to that effect. I'm not exactly capable of looking it up. Being dead has its... Hmm, hold on. It seems someone left the refrigerator door open. Don't look at me, I can't even interact with the corporeal world. No, it must have been HIM. He's always lurking around somewhere. Nevermind that for now.

Take a look at that sandwich. It's just oozing ectoplasmic radiation. One of the negatives must be in there. Wait, did I forget to mention that all of the films are irreversibly irradiated? A man has to protect his property, you know, even in his post-man state.

Oh... I'm sure you'll be fine though. Just try not to fall into any parallel universes or anything for the next 24 hours. You don't want to end up like HIM. Foreshadowing, mark of the director.