It’s me, me, me with them.
Find out who killed me, pass on this message–yada yada yada.
Wouldn’t you think they’d KNOW who killed them, for pete’s sake? But no. Truth is, a lot of them haven’t even picked up on the fact that they’re dead in the first place. If there’s a Cosmic Complaint Department somewhere, I’d like to find it. I think the intake system on the other side needs some tweaks, big-time. Signposts, maybe. Or even billboards, saying things like, “Hello! Get a Clue, Bozo. You’re Dead”, or “See the Big Light? Step Into It”.
They seem so confused, dead people. Many of them think they’re having a bad dream.
And here’s the real kicker. From some of the experiences I’ve had lately (Linda and I are almost through with the second Mojo adventure, “Deadly Deceptions”), I wonder if they ARE dead–at least in the way we think of ‘dead’. More on that later. Once “Deceptions” is finished, I’ll be on hiatus for a while, while Linda deals with more McKettricks and some cowboys of the old west variety.
Who knows what will happen in the third adventure? I sure don’t, and here’s a flash for you, Linda doesn’t, either. It’ll be a big surprise to both of us.
I like surprises.