First, you must die.

When you first enter the party you must die. Only then will the Grimm Reaper allow you to kick the bucket and move on to start your bitchin’ afterlife.

After you die, you’ll pass through the Cryptchen where you can enjoy some bullshit spooky snacks while marveling at Ash and Jackie’s sexual spider art display. Bring a snack to share, if you’d like.

Once your witch-ass has kicked the bucket (and only after you have died), you will be permitted to go  6 feet under to the party in the graveyard where witches can consume their poison and dance their souls off.

Things are going to heat up at your final destination. Once dead, you’ll have access deep beneath the graveyard, in the fiery depths of hell. In hell, you can compete in various poison-consuming drinking games to find out who’s the baddest witch of the night.

When the clock strikes midnight, some of us witches will choose to mount our brooms and cackle down the street and back. Thanks in large part to the rituals of hell, this has literally never happened … yet.