TFW you, a struggling undertaker, contrive to scam an old woman into believing that your socially awkward goth sister can contact the old woman's dead brother (played by you, wearing sherbet because you can't afford face paint), much to the concern of your great-at-everything assistant who is worried that this will offend the spirits and the ghost of Mother Teresa will come and kick your arse, but it doesn't matter because your uncomfortably attractive rival funeral director crashes your seance in the guise of another ghost to reveal that you are not in fact this old woman's dead brother, but a malicious trickster spirit, so the local reverend sprays you with cola to exorcise you, leaving you stumbling out of the house with a fizzy, delicious face while your best friend, a memoir-writing mouse, licks off your candy-based ghost makeup and you wonder how you managed to fall to this point in your life.
AKA, Respectable Specter Detective Inspector, Kojak Holmes
AKA, Listen to Wooden Overcoats, y'all.