Eerie moonlight creeps through gnarled branches. Rows of ancient tombstones surround a group of cloaked figures. The figures chant in forgotten tongues, and with every word the candles around an ancient grave flare with coloful flashes.

The cult leader observes a translucent ghost rise from the grave.

"Who dares disturb my eternal slumber?" the ghost demands in a bone-chilling voice.

The cult leader speaks hastily. "Oh, Great One, forgive our boldness, I am but a humble servant wishing to further your cause. My team and I have calculated that you have overpaid your taxes by a significant sum five centuries past. Correcting this, your legacy would swell by twenty-six million dollars."

"And why should I care? If you seek a favor, be swift. But I warn thee, it comes with a terrible price!"

Cult leader's face brightens. "Oh, but of course! That's what interns are for, right? Just your signature here, here, and here, if you please."

A wide-eyed intern gets dragged in by two robbed figures. The ghost devours his soul, and we fade to black as we hear sinister chanting and the intern's echoing screams.

An upbeat jingle begins to play. In someone's living room, an old TV displays this gruesome scene. The jingle continues, as we see a tacky ad card advertising accounting servises.

The voiceover eagerly narrates: "Need accounting services? There's no ends we won't go to to save you an extra penny. Contact Dr Grim and the Sons. Call 555-55-55 today!"