Prologue 
I remember it like it was yesterday. Sitting there    on my deathbed, my family and friends surrounding me. For them, well, it was their worst nightmare, for me on the other hand, it was what I wanted the most, to escape the misery of living.
Now here I am, dead. It’s great, now that I’m used to it anyway. The first months were complete hell.

I saw the reaper, I wasn’t ready, I remember saying in my head “Oh god not now” Panic was the only emotion coursing through my dying veins. What was it like to die? What will happen to me? Nobody trains you for death. However, I took it like a true woman. Although reapers are not how people perceive them, instead of a skeleton or a creepy dude, they come in the form of a your favorite person, “It makes it easier to transition over” says my reaper. But in reality it’s not very easy to leave all the ones you love.
They don’t tell you anything either, like what to do or where to go, it’s awful. I decided to leave the reaper and instead entered a room full of dark tunnels, each one had a sign above it, I couldn’t translate the language though. So I  winged it. One of them led me back to my house, but it didn’t feel the same, it only felt sad and pathetic. A bunch of people were there with me, but they were all deader than disco. none of them spoke, most only stared at random things with emotionless looks.
I saw my mother, father, and my two siblings sitting in the living room. I tried to talk to them but they couldn’t hear me, no matter how loud I screamed. I tried to do the typical ghost things, turn on the radio, didn’t work, change the channel on the T.V., Nada. I tried to speak to the other dead people, but they seemed to ignore me, or they left the room.
On the other hand, there were some perks. I could travel around the world by snapping my fingers. Leave to a different dimension, or go through space and time. I saw things that living people could not even begin to fathom. Colors that we didn’t even knew existed, and dimensions that were exactly the same except with one less mosquito or one that’s completely different.
It’s good to be dead, well unless you go to hell of course. Even then there’s free wifi, Lucifer is very with the times I guess. Matter-of-fact, most of the demons are more polite than some of the angels I’ve met.. Angels are horribly rude.
  Hardly anyone talks on “The Other Side” most of us stop and stare. Only a select few speak (including me), and most of them are quite delightful, sure you get a grouchy old man or an uptight snob every once in awhile, even they miss exchanging pleasantries. So they try to surpass their instincts to hold on to a relatively decent conversation. Sometimes you catch a “Loop” as we put it, a Loop is a spirit that constantly lives his or her death on well, a loop. Whenever I see a Loop I watch out of curiosity, it’s no use helping them. They’re stuck that way forever.. In my opinion it can be very sad.
Although, one day things changed for me in the spirit world, I remember it so well. I was in Paris looking at the Eiffel Tower, and suddenly without warning an overwhelming light came into view. In the center of that light was my family. But, they weren’t sitting at home. Instead, they were in some sort of dark room. Since I had nothing to lose I entered the light into the room filled with my family and an older man I hadn’t noticed before. The older man looked at me and waved. Was he really waving at me? I walked over to him, and asked if he could hear me too, he nodded. Could my family see and hear me too? I waved at my family, they continuously stared at the man as if they were waiting for an answer. My mother sheepishly asked “Is she here?” Yet again, the man nodded. I didn’t know how I felt about the old man, but frankly I didn’t care I could speak to my family for the first time in months.
The man then said to the eager faces of my family “Do you have any questions for her?” and almost instantly my littlest sister asked “Is she Okay?” I replied with a yes, but she couldn’t hear me. The man helped us communicate, it takes a lot of energy to speak with the living. So I couldn't chat long. I used every ounce of energy I had to talk with them. I never knew that I would miss the bickering of my siblings, barking of my dog, and the small quarrels of my parents.
Despite everything, I can’t wait for my family and friends to die, although I know it will be a long time. I still want them to join me in death at it’s finest.