Look. Spirits, haunts, undead, dead, etc.
Here's the deal: I know you're kinda, you know, dead.
And, sure, that sucks.
But, and bear with me, there's no need for all this endless reams of drama. I mean: come-ooonnnn.
Fake chopping heads off? Really? Rrrrrrrrrreeeeeeaaaaaallllllyyyyy?
We get it. You're dead. I felt worse for you before you started whining like a sixteen year old who got dumped by their "forever" girlfriend they got together with a month ago because senior strong pants invited her to ice cream. Get yourself together, man. Or woman. Or whatever. It doesn't matter.
Here. Let me play you a song.
Now get over it, and help me raise you from the dead instead of being all mysterious and jerky about it.