I was dead. I knew I was dead because I could see himself in the casket. People were saying things like:

"He died so young."

"It was such a surprise."

"I hope I'm not pregnant."

I heard that! She said she was on the pill! Wait a minute, I'm dead. I sure look good laying there. I look better dead than I did alive. This being dead isn't so bad. Better get to a restroom. Restroom? Why would a dead guy need to go? Hmm, since no one can see me I can go right here.

Oh, jeez, mom's over there crying. Wish I could tell her I was in a better place now, if I am. Can't tell yet. At least I can go over and be a presence to her. Maybe it'll help.

"I was late on the insurance premium. They say I won't get a cent. That's why he's in a cheap casket."

Mom! You klutz! Cheap casket? The worms will be at me in no time. Mom!

Dad was complaining about the Blue Book value of the car. So that's how I died. I was in a wreck. Hope I didn't take anyone with me. Wish I hadn't gone myself.

This being dead isn't so bad but it is unnerving. I can hear but not speak. I can feel but not be felt. I can--whoa. Back up a bit. I can feel and no one would know it? Where's that pregnant girl gotten to.

"Hey!", I said, "who are you?"

"I'm the Angel of Death. I've come for you."

"A little late aren't you?"

"You think you're the only one died recently. I've been busy as the Dickens."

"Well, if you're an angel that means I made it to Heaven."

"Think so? I escort everyone. I either go left or right. As far as Heaven, well, you know that girl you-"