Well, I told you I died once, right? Well, I'd made a deal before then with the devil, so as to save my soul from eternal damnation before then. Well, I get to heaven expecting to be welcomed in by St. Peter, but wouldn't you know it, I wasn't on the party list. I get directed to hell, where the devil says I have no place there, on account of our deal. So here I am, undead man, with no afterlife that'll take him. That devil bastard gives me one of hell's coals to light my way back to the living world.

Damn thing burned my skin, so it was literally playing hot potatoes until as luck had it, I came across a headless horseman using a pumpkin for a head. I jumped the bastard, stole his pumpkin, and put the coal in it. And that's how the Jack O'Lantern was invented.

[Yes. Jack is the reason for that story. Digest that for a bit.]

Anyway, that pumpkin was important to me. It was the light of my world. My guide through the hardest of times in my life. So. You're the pumpkin. Flattering, isn't it?