Simon laughs bitterly. "Yeah," he echoes, a bit sarcastically. "It does suck."

He was twenty-two. And it's even worse that he's already thinking of himself in the past tense. He was twenty-two. It's been less than a week since his death and even he is buying into the ways in which people refer to the dead.

"Anyway, be careful. For what it's worth. Being a ghost is fucking terrible."