Introduction: Death is not the end, but some days I really wish it had been.See, I always figured that when I died, that would be it for me. Blissful oblivion. Or at the very least I wouldn't still have to work a job. However, now that I'm dead, I suddenly find myself a very reluctant psychopomp, tasked with seeking out the recently deceased and consuming their sins, so that they can move on. But don't ask me where they move on to because I, myself, am permanently barred from the other side. Which means that I am facing down an eternity in limbo, at least until the weight of my newly inherited sins becomes too much and I lose myself entirely. Unless I can find a way out, first. So, before I 'die' my final death, I am going to find out what happened to me, and then I am going to find out how those of us left behind can achieve our eternal rest. After all, I have nothing but time to search for answers, and really, what's the worst that can happen? I'm already dead....