The great thing about being dead....well, there were quite a few perks, really, if you were to ask Beetlejuice, but, high among them, was the ability to eat pretty much anything.

Munch. "Thanks, Sweetie, but, I prefer my popcorn with butter." He easily changed his snack back to normal. "Or with absinthe. But, that's a drink not a topping."

The demon paused. "You---are just as messed up as I am. Congratulations."