In my refrigerator, dead things and nearly dead things and never-quite-right things lurked...an evil energy grew and spread.
"Generally you don't see that kind of behavior in a major appliance. "
Something had to be done.
So, last evening, I worked the graveyard shift...
... it was in the dark of night that I found myself among them.
And the truly dead were banished to another land.
"Go to the light, old cheese!"
"Do not be afraid, two-year-old cocktail sauce!"
"There is no death, moldy chicken stock. It is only a transition to a different sphere of consciousness. "
"Cherry juice with no cherries in the jar, I order you to cease any and all supernatural activity and return forthwith to your place of origin or to the nearest convenient parallel dimension."
Now, as Tangina might say, "This house is clean."