[ WP ] When a person dies , they do not leave their body . They are sentient inside their corpse until it is destroyed/decomposed .

Right now I'm sitting in my coffin. I've been here for a few years, slowly falling to pieces inside the mahogany capsule. 
 
 I can remember when it first happened. It's funny, I was walking to work, when my head suddenly imploded ( Guess you do n't have to give me that raise now, Ted! ). Not literally, but I remember it was the worst pain I ever felt, and it happened so suddenly. I had a moment of panic: what was happening, what should I do? The hospital was n't far away so I decided to walk instead of calling an ambulance, but by the time I got there I was already a corpse. Pretty soon after my `` implosion'', I fell, dead, on the pavement. 
 
 I had always imagined that I would go out on a nice white bed at my country home, surrounded by my family and a loving wife. But that's not what I got. I fell face down onto the pavement, my deathbed, and the swathes of grey suited men and women did n't even stop. A few people glanced down at me, and one guy even made eye-contact, but for a while nobody seemed to notice or care that I had died. Who was I to them but a stranger? 
 
 And *I* knew instantly that I was dead. I had never believed in `` heaven'' or `` hell'' or any of those fairytales. I had no idea what would happen to me when I died, but in that moment when my cheek hit the cold pavement I understood. I would go on being able to see and feel everything without being able to respond to it until I completely decomposed in a dozen years. 
 
 Eventually, after a half hour or so someone noticed that there was a corpse on the sidewalk. 
 
 The autopsy hurt like a bitch. 
 
 A handful of friends and family members showed up to my funeral. 
 
 Should n't be too long now.
