"I what??" Guybrush asked incredulously. As cool as returning from the dead as a spirit sounded, the news that he'd died, been dead, and came back as a spirit come as a bit of a shock. Then again, this admission was from his nemesis. Anything he said had to be taken with a grain of salt.

Guybrush had to admit that it did sort of explain how he couldn't remember actually arriving at the aforementioned institution. Not really, but 'I've been dead for months, which is plenty of time to haul a body elsewhere and use Voodoo stuff to bring them from the brink of death' made slightly more sense than 'I got stabbed and miraculously didn't die because of some combination of plot armor and complete ineptitude on LeChuck's part and was brought to a creepy asylum for reasons unknown because escaping Monkey Island is a specialty of mine.'

Guybrush gave LeChuck a suspicious glare as he circled him. He really did seem completely human... for now. The mighty pirate crossed his arms stiffly. "I still think your story is bogus. And you're still a jerk. I could maybe buy into the angle that this is some sort of bizarro pirate Hell, but if I've supposedly been dead for months and been here the whole time- and believe me, I've only been here a few days, not months- then how could I show up as a spirit later? I'm pretty sure my ghost and my body can't be in two places at once."

... Unless what Javert said about this place bringing people back from the dead was true. He drew his own conclusion: "Or maybe I did die, was dead for months and a ghost, brought here and revived through some method I don't think I want to know about, and just don't remember the being dead part." Leave it to LeChuck to show up and complicate everything.