Man, Dr. Phibes be trippin'. He's having people garroted, burning down entire villages, and apparently he's even running a little pedophile action on the side, although they only touch on that just long enough for us to feel icky. Heh. Touch on that. Say what you will about the guy though, he throws one helluva party: he's got rich people crawling around on the floor like animals, poor people cutting themselves with poisoned daggers, a mediocre chick dedicating herself to Satan for him... And what shindig is complete without a treacherous dwarf setting someone dressed in a gorilla costume on fire? For real, this guy makes Caligula look like the activities director at the Chuck E. Cheese. Whatever happened to the good old fashioned chestnut orgy? As it turns out our boy is doing it all for the Devil, so he's ecstatic when one of the Grim Reaper's proxies - sporting a snazzy red ensemble - shows up at the soiree to collect all his guests. He's fully convinced that he's on Satan's A-list now, but the powers-that-are thoroughly punk him, so instead of, uh, well, whatever it was he expected, he ends up dying a horrible death.

Tough break, chief, but that's the trouble with evil. You just can't trust it.