"As much as I can be, yeah." Simon sticks his hands in his pockets (which he still has, oddly; he died in jeans and a hooded sweatshirt and it seems that's what he's going to be wearing for the rest of eternity) and shrugs.

"Though I've got to say, it's a lot easier to talk to you than anyone else who's come to visit me so far. Is it because we're both, you know, dead?"