[ He grins and starts backing up to the next headstone, spreading his hands out to his side, and in his best stage-slash-radio voice: ] Aaaand in this corner, the blight of the boneyard, the monster of the morgue aaaaand this year's surprise up-and-comer --

[ He reaches to clear away the snow, and cackles as he reads the name: ] Inga -- Inga Ragnvaldsson! Sheesh.