Funerals are the worst. You say goodbye to someone you loved in life. A person you wished you could talk with just one more time. I had those same feelings when I left the graveyard after my best friend died. I jumped into my car to head home.

“I call shotgun.”

“What…no…you can’t be here, you’re dead. Must be hallucinating.”

“No, you’re not hallucinating. I’m dead.”

“Then how can you be here. Sitting in my passenger seat.”

“Well from what I understand I’m here to help you.”

“Help me do what.”

“Learn to live the right way.”

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I like writing these little short stories. I hope you enjoy reading them.