I wasn't religious. I knew enough about christian beliefs to hope that they were right and I'd done enough that I'd make it to heaven, but I doubted. I wasn't special and I hadn't set foot in a church since my mother's funeral.

It took me a little while to realize I was still thinking. I hadn't expected that after dying. I'd kinda expected there to be just... I don't know, but nothing. Turns out that wasn't right.

It didn't feel the same. Being dead. It was kinda like being entirely numb, but that wasn't right. I was used to feeling my body, but now there was no body to...