Some people say that death is eternal life across time. I don't believe it, but when my life really dissipated, I seemed to have really gained eternal life.
I don't know what I am now, soul? Ghost? Or a ghost?
It doesn't matter
I can't control my body, but I can see, hear, and feel it rotting.
So I listened to people's thoughts about me and watched people shed tears.
But it's so strange. When I was alive, they all wanted me to die, right?
Mission: Death is not the end of life