With a flash of light, the glorious Sir Bonesington appeared within the Velvet Room, his icy and yet delightfully cheery tone spreading joy through the place's atmosphere.
"Good god, I see the mood here isn't the lightest! That simply won't do, ladies and gentlemen! It's time to cool off!" he said, loud and pompous, bony features somehow twisting in humor.
With a twist of the wrist, the lich was suddenly holding a microphone.
"HIT IT, BOB!" he clamored with a grand gesture, and a piano suddenly dropped from the ceiling, the spot promptly illuminated by a spotlight, and a big, lumbering abomination of multiple arms and a silly rotting grin, wearing a bowler hat and a bowtie, fell down into the pianist's seat.
With a stretch of its meaty arms, Bob The Abomination began playing the piano with exquisite skill.
Sir Bonesington snapped the fingers of his free hand, and a pile of cadavers dropped into the middle of the room as a large, red colored Crypt Lord wearing a top hat with a flower decoration and clutching a comparatively tiny microphone in one of its claws sauntered in and began to sing.
"Good Heavens, are these human cadavers?"
"Indeed they are!" Bonesington's fine non-existant british tongue joined in.
"What on earth do you intend to do with them?""To life, TO LIFE, I'll bring them! I'll bring all these dead men to life!"A banshee in a gleaming dress also holding a microphone then appeared out of thin air as she joined the song.
"He's found a way of, reviving them!""Really reviving them!"The song proceeded as the participants danced and the cadavers rose from the pile one by one to join in the merry melody.