There is nothing.There is only the dark and watching others move on while I rot, forgotten in a bedbug infested hotel surrounded by piss, blood and dust particles.
Sounds about right, though you don't exist anymore, and there are no "ghosts".
What is this shitty grocery store novel drivel? You and Natasha87's boyfriend both. I've got more life in me than you two combined, and I was decapitated in a halfway house.
Heaven's pretty shitty anyway.