In Death, Everything: (a short story)

HAVING DIED, YOU REALIZE THE LIVING HAVE DEATH FIGURED ALL WRONG. Some think they are more right than others; some don't care if they are right at all. Some care enough about being right that they actually murder over it, which in hindsight is quite ironic—and it's just too bad those poor murdered souls can't come back to tell the rest what after-death is really like. But in the end, when it really counts, they are all still equally wrong.

It will be disorienting at first, especially to those with high expectations. There will be no fanfare of trumpets, no bright lights or tunnels. Unfortunately, there are no pearly gates, no golden streets or glass towers, no halos or wings or booming voices or angelic songs heralding your arrival into a grand paradise.

Instead, you will not know you are dead for some time ...
***
Inspired by a walk through a cemetery, this short story takes readers on an intriguing, poetic exploration of the after-death, examining our multiple origins as well as our various endings ... and everything that might happen in-between.