A long slow guttural laugh began to rumble from the midst of the specter.
"Alive?!? HuhhuhuhHAHAHA! You really think I could have survived the unprotected boning of thirty seven thousand underage groupies at the height of the AIDS epidemic? That is completely impossible. The "Genes" you see now are just guys from various cover bands. Frankly, I'm a little pissed off for you to imply such. Listen Tuba boy, if you want to be a rock star, I'll make you a deal. I'll give you lessons in exchange for... oh screw it. What's the point..."
The ghost began to ramble on and one, getting increasingly more sullen and droll. Pete was twiddling him thumbs and starting to nod off.
"Fine, I admit it," said the ghost, "Gene Simmons is not dead. I'm just a member of the "Ghost Kiss" cover band. Guess I need to accept that."