Harold

I was walking outside in the snowy snow when I was joined by the ghost of Harold Ramis. 

The ghost of Harold said, “I used to hate the snow. Now it’s like the ground changed clothes.” 

I nodded. I said that I was sad when I heard about his passing. 

The ghost of Harold said, “Being dead is like you’re wearing the same outfit you’ve worn your entire life, but it finally got cleaned.” 

I guess when you’re dead you think a lot about clothing.