Welcome, rueful spirit to the interdimensional symposium! Tonight, we unravel the quilt of cosmic humor that binds specters to Earth. You come, uninvited tonight but your pun game makes you invaluable to us.
"Invisible we may be, but my socks have fuzzy ghosts printed on them. They say a ghost's fashion is the ultimate spectral illusion." — Elder Boo
Ever hear about the specter who opened a bar? Tried to name it after itself: "The Invisible Drink". Truism: no ghost has ever arisen to redeem cover charges!
Also, one patron snuck in modern 'ghosting etiquette.' A vodka-soda with a twist, served nigh undetectable.