Let him think carefully; can he recollect ever having committed a murder?
He racks his brains in vain, not a single murder comes to his recollection.

He never forged a will.

Doesn't even know where anything is hid.

Of what use will he be in ghostland?
One pictures him passing the centuries among a moody crowd of uninteresting mediocrities, brooding perpetually over their wasted lives.

Only the ghosts of ladies and gentlemen mixed up in crime have any "show" in ghostland.
The Spirit does not shine as a Conversationalist.
I feel an equal dissatisfaction with the spirits who are supposed to return to us and communicate with us through the medium of three-legged tables.