My best friend sat on my bed chattering about homework, there’s one problem, she was dead.
I was shocked when she first came to me, it happened 3 days after the funeral.
“What the hell, I mean, what the life are you doing here?”
“Oh, you know, just hanging out, boring down at the cemetery, so it is” she brushed some muck off her shoulder.
I looked at her, confused.
I was glad she was there, especially lately.
She stepped out of the room, expecting me to follow.
I did, but only because I felt so angry. I had to yell at her, ask her why she wasn’t in heaven, was she in purgatory?
“I thought I’d have a holiday!”
“So, you decided to come and talk about homework? What kind of holiday is that?”
“A funky one”