[ WP ] You just died and have arrived in the afterlife . It is eternal , and you can watch life on Earth . However , humanity activated a drug that has been put into bottled water for years , and causes eternal life . You are the last person to ever die .

Its not entirely unpleasant to be dead, not really. Not exactly what I had in mind, Although I suppose I was overly optimistic when I felt enough faith to convince myself there *was* an afterlife. I ca n't eat anything, or breath really, or masturbate ( or fuck other ghosts, for that matter ), but I do n't really... want to do that anymore. 
 
 Basically, our more distant ancestors seem to have a better idea of what happens when death occurs: our minds wander. Its as if I see the entire world through my mind's eye, like its something I imagine from a vivid description in a story. my fellow dead souls are even less defined, but we have had some meaningful communication. 
 
 I'm even something of a celebrity around here, last man to ever die; and first in about 25 years. people always talk about Ambrodile like its some unprecedented breakthrough, but in all honesty medical technology was damn near perfect when I bought the farm. 
 
 Where was I? Oh yes, my family seems happy. I always remember my dad telling me that in a hundred years he'd still be watching after me from heaven, and I suppose I've taken to the same task with my own kids. Their 156 and 219, both fairly successful. Matilda, the older one, has already used what's likely the only reproductive right she'll receive this millennium on a beautiful granddaughter. I do enjoy watching them, sometimes my own parents joining me as we admire our child from beyond a 2-way mirror, discussing who has who's body parts she has most clearly, trying to catch up with the family by listening in, and generally making conversation. 
 
 Sometimes I do feel cheated, as I have no idea if I'll ever be able to talk to my children. some of the older Ghosts Wandering The Night still seem convinced that virgin sacrifice works and mathematics do n't, so it seems we *can* last quite a while before we become Truly Lost. 
 
 I do love my children, and I would never do anything to harm them ( Not that I can ), but they do so dearly miss me. I try my hardest to embrace them sometimes, and once in a blue moon they dream of grand emptiness and I can see them again, smile at them, tell them I love them and everything will be OK. I do n't know if they remember in the morning, but for brief flashes they are my babies once again. 
 

