Five Reasons Why Death Is Overrated - And Other Secrets Of Afterlife

My name is Vivian. Who am I? I can't remember. What do I remember? The smell of gasoline as tires left grease marks on my skin; watching a woman, probably my mother, sniffling at my dead body in the hospital room. Now I'm here. This isn't heaven, this isn't even another world that you lack the vision to see. I live in your world. Along with millions of the fallen, many that you probably knew or once heard of. But this isn't so bad. And I think you deserve to know why.