Yeah, of course. What, you think I'd let you get buried in a coffin or cremated like someone normal? I'd have your spirit standing over me every night all depressed until I threw you on a body farm, or submitted your corpse for science, or let you decompose in a swamp somewhere, where your bones can be found centuries in the future and you'll be displayed in museums for years to come.

[True love.

Both Nermal and Tarantula are startled by the sneeze, and finally hop off of Egon- Nermal with some level of grace, Tarantula putting her paws in all the wrong places and jabbing Egon hard in the ribs as she uses him as a springboard. Look, she's new to being big, it'll take her a while to figure out how to place her paws correctly again.

Venkman just glances over.]

Bless you.