Printed without (much) further comment, to Persephone:

Goddess of the Underworld — I am sorry I couldn’t guess your costume. I was enchanted by your otherworldy beauty and sweet smile. Then you got away, to the tune of Mack the Knife. Here is to hoping there is no Hades in your real life…

I hope this also took place at Toad’s, but since Yale was specified… Inferno? I think Persephone might be not enough like “Slutty Policewoman” for Mortician’s Ball, but who knows?