Hard-drinking toff Barclay Beg-Chetwynde seems set to be the next member of the phantom troop, in the only TV show that would benefit from bumping more people off
Hell is other people. Bad enough to spend lockdown finding out if your nearest really are your dearest. Much worse, spending eternity in a manor house with a newly dead bibulous, probably inbred blowhard called Barclay Beg-Chetwynde.
That is the nightmare scenario faced by the eponymous dead at the start of the third series of Ghosts (BBC One), a sitcom that envisages death as a kind of eternal quarantine. What is life, after all, but an everyday quarantine with irritating humans with whom one must, at the risk of otherwise going nuts, get along?