Henrietta Jones-Flaherty was an aspiring butter carvist in Evansville 1936. She gained accolades for her butter sculptures, but jealousy amongst insiders and vile ridicule slung by outsiders eventually caused her to suffer an emotional break. 

Her husband and mother-in-law soon deemed her unfit for society and boarded her up in the attic, with only dry macaroni for sustenance and a string and tin can phone for communication. Every other Tuesday, her children would go upstairs, and she would make etchings of their time together.

Her ghost can sometimes be heard, emanating through the cracks in the walls of Doug's house, importuning a chilling query: "Who you gonna call?..."

Special birthday guest, Mikayla Robledo, joins Alice and Doug this week to lead a seance to bust this butter ghost. Let us join hands and murmur.

Other discussion topics may include:

- Discarded body parts being left all over the studio floor

- Sinking ships, dead presidents, friends' birthdays, and other timely tragedies

- The grossest idea for beer pong we've ever heard

- PSAs, IUDs, and BMs

- How Scrabble has branched into she-bagging