This might be a personality flaw but I trust Deirdre with my life and my boyfriend.

I want Renate found dead, lying next to her world's loudest pencil.

What do you mean "there's a ghost, Nancy" I'm out here till 3am playing pachinko and solving sudoku puzzles, the only thing I'm haunted by is success, bitch. I don't even lose sleep when I bring up your dead mother in increasingly inappropriate ways.

Went on a week-long multi-car pile-up massacre, but paid off the witnesses with endless Lickie Loo Lollypops and Koko Kringle bars.