I wasn't always dead. DUH. I got cancer and died. Now, don't start getting all mushy-ed up for me, Its disgusting sometimes. I died, and dead is dead. Yeah, I went through all sorts of trials, and when I mean all sorts, I mean it. I went through the trial with Hades, then God, and then Death, etc. They just didn't know where to put me. I didn't know why, but then, I didn't care. Until now.
After many trials (mostly boring ones), I was sent down to Hell. It was a Christian version of Hades Underworld... But I was a Buddhist, so this really didn't make sense. But when I was led into the courtroom to be judged, I saw a ghost standing nearby, one that was staring at me. "Josh? Is that you?" I asked. He just kept staring silently and after a while, he drifted away. I planned to chase after him after I was done with this trial. You see, Josh had been my best friend, until he got run over by a school bus. Ironically, it was the bus that he rode! He had missed the bus that day, and I saw him biking along the side of the bus. But he must have biked over a rock or something, because the bike suddenly swerved onto the road and right in front of bus. Josh was killed instantly, and we were twelve at the time. Its so unfair how accidents like these occur to people you love, huh?