The ghost wrings his hands, shoulders hunching a little.

"Oh no, no, that will never do. You're supposed to be waiting up above. Asleep."

He starts to float back and forth, sweeping a figure-eight around the ladies and gentlemen.

"Such irregularities are beyond the pale. I won't have it. I can't."

The ghost makes a shooing motion with his hands.

"Do please be obliging and be on your way. I'm sure the birds would love to see you again. They're very friendly."