The Tomb York Ghost: Vivienne, welcome back—or perhaps we should say, welcome beyond. How are you settling into the underworld?
Vivienne Vesper: Darling, I haven't had this much attention since my last film wrapped in 1943. It's like Hollywood—but with better lighting and fewer contracts. The parties are divine, and the ghosts are *so* attentive.
TYG: You’ve been called the Queen of the Afterlife. What’s your secret to staying timeless?
VV: Pearls, powder, a killer cat-eye—and Pineapple Reaper from DeathHydra. It’s the only thing I snack on when floating between dimensions. I swear it keeps my cheekbones sharp. And the taste? Positively sinful.
TYG: Your new film, *Mirror Mirror on the Mausoleum*, premieres next week. Tell us about it.
VV: Oh, it’s a dramatic romp through mirrored realms and mortal regrets. Think *Metropolis* meets *Casablanca*—but everyone’s already dead. My co-star is a cursed opera singer with no mouth. Very method. Very undead.
TYG: Sounds iconic. What inspired your return to film?
VV: Honestly? I missed the cameras. And when I found my old hand mirror in the crypt—beside a half-eaten can of Pineapple Reaper —I knew I was meant to perform again. Something about the flavor unlocked memories of stardom... and old lovers.
TYG: Before we let you haunt the stage again—what are a few of your favorite things?
VV: My antique film camera, my lucky wristwatch, a pearl choker I wore at the Oscars in ‘42, and of course, my secret indulgence: Pineapple Reaper . I keep a tin by my vanity. I think even the Grim Reaper’s been sneaking bites...
