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You just have to love these action films, eh Harriet? 

Well actually darling, I quite hate them.  I much prefer a good love story. 

God, aren't we just a fine example of mediocre cliché.  Me the action stuff, you the romance. The plumb line for every relationship self-help book out there. 

Martin, we should write a self-help book.  Ever considered ghost writing? 

Oh very funny Harriet.  I do enjoy a good spook joke. 

Sorry dear.  Couldn't resist. 

I do wish you'd try. 

Oh don't pout.  Your lips get all filmy and misty when you pout.  As though your thoughts take your mind off holding your image.  Does that make any sense at all? 

Oddly enough dear it does.  I do have to focus when I'm here.  As though the in between times are a relax thing; some kind of break. 

God Martin, this whole afterlife thing is really complicated.  Or maybe it's very simple and we're just not that
simpleminded. One wonders. 

One doesn't, Harriet.  You do. 

Yes, yes I do, Martin.  I wonder all the major questions in life, like anyone else and it doesn't help to have your dead ass around and low and behold you're in the afterlife and you can't answer any of them.  You don't know how you got there, where you were before this house again, where you go when I'm not here, etc. etc.   What's a curious girl to do, eh? 

I can see your frustration and raise you a body.  I'd LOVE to know what happens to me.  I can only trust it will be revealed in time.  I cannot believe that this is for eternity. 

Oh I see.  So now you don't want to spend eternity with me anymore,.  Seems rather contrary to your whispers of love in our early years together. 

You know what I mean Harriet.  Stop  trouble-making. 

Do shut up, Martin.  I can't hear the television. 

I thought you hate action films? 

I do.  Except when the hero looks like that guy.

Harriet?

Good morning, darling.

Yes, good morning. Last night, as you were falling asleep, and before I went to wherever it is I go when you're "not here", I saw Bill Prescott wander through our living room. His eyes met mine, Harriet. He didn't say a word, but I know he saw me.

That's very likely because he died last night, Martin. Massive heart attack. Muriel is beside herself. She always thought he was in terrific shape. The whole town knows how he used to eat when she wasn't around. Poor guy. Only fifty-one. Have you seen him again, Martin?

No, not again.

Well, he must have been passing through. No pun intended, dear. Isn't he the first of your kind you've seen since you died?

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God, this bed feels so good at the end of the day. How's the ceiling this evening, Martin? Comfortable?

Yes, yes. I've heard it before. So I may not have a corporeal body. Means I don't have the aches and pains you do anymore, Harriet. So there, ha!

I don't ache...much. I hate how it seems to get just a little worse each passing year. As though finding out you can't see like you used to, then the joints start to ache. It's crap.

Well darling, I'm beyond that now, but I still do sympathize.

Bite my arse, Martin. And do shut up. I'm going to sleep now. Mind awfully if I shut off the light?

It doesn't matter at all dear. I can see equally well in light or dark. Yet another bonus to this imposed sentence with you. Once you're asleep I seem to blink out. Just not be anywhere.

Martin, do you ever meet up with other dead people?

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