 Draw up a tombstone to sit on. Don't mind the fact that we've carved your name on it. It's rather lonesome around here tonight, isn't it? Yes, most of the folks who haunt the place are out tonight with their sleds. If it snowed near your house, you may find them ghosting down here. But, Mr. Host, ghosts don't go sledding, do they? Why, of course, Mary. Especially the ghosts of gangsters.