"Oh, she didn't care if you knew about ghosts. It was going to the Netherworld and then leaving the Netherworld that she had issue with."

Beetlejuice supposed the next question was fairly valid, given what she had told him. He shrugged slightly.

"Because, in the brief, brief, time I was alive, I gained an appreciation for it. Life, I mean. And demons are apparently not equipped to handle that range of emotions, but, I digress."

He stuffed his hands into his pockets. "So. An appreciation for life, a fairly deep-rooted hatred for her, and the fact I am your friend."