For a While After I Died

A call from a strange woman told me that my nearly perfect husband had been with her last night. She asked to meet, and I gladly accepted. But... After someone pushed me down the stairs, I watched blood gush from that body. It was my corpse. A boy sauntered up to me. "You really are dead." When I pressed him for answers, he seemed a little helpless. "That depends on what you mean by death." So what on earth is going on? Theme: Letting go means letting go.