...leap to the front porch, where Cole "Mr. Miyagi" Griffith instructs Our Intrepid Astral Projections on the finer points of post-death psychokinesis for a bit before we...

...leap back inside, where Cole "Yoda" Griffith instructs Our Intrepid Astral Idiots on the finer points of post-death Kicking Their Asses. "VIOLENCE!" Raoul shrieks, writhing about upon his overstuffed armchair with glee for real this time now that we're finally getting some of the good stuff. Yep, Ghost Cole gut-punches and pimp-slaps Astral Sam 'N' Dean around the main floor for a bit before buzzing and blinking over to the other side of the room the instant the boys attempt to retaliate. "Doooood!" Dean dooooods. "You gotta teach us that!"

And teach them Cole does, apparently, for the next thing we know, it's later that evening, and we've hopped on over to The Only Funeral Home In Town, which someone's covered in glow-in-the-dark traps and talismans and sigils and whatnot from what I'm sure is every faith on the globe. The local Wyominginians wander past oblivious to what Astral Sam 'N' Dean (and the audience) can clearly see, so it's obvious that everyone who lives in Wyoming is a moron. Kidding! I'm totally kidding. It's obvious the traps and talismans and sigils and whatnot cannot be seen by the living. "You should go with the first version!" Now, Raoul, don't be mean. I know plenty of perfectly fine people who live in Wyoming. "Name one!" Well, it's a recap, and I've got privacy issues to consid... "A-HA! LIAR!" My, but you do get testy when denied your gore, don't you? "AS WELL I SHOULD!" Okay, backing away from the Raoul again. You drink your juice, Shelby, and I'll check back in with you later, okay? "Okay!" Thank God for booze.