After.life Page #4

- and the doctors made a mistake...

- You died, Anna.

Everyone dies.

How can I be dead

if I'm talking to you?

You're talking

not because you're alive,

but because I have a gift.

I can talk to those

between life and death.

Why?

To help them

make the transition.

So am I a ghost?

Is that why I'm here?

You're here so I can bury you.

Come.

No, please, I don't want...

You're a corpse, Anna.

Your opinion doesn't count anymore.

But I'm breathing.

I must still be alive.

Oh, you people!

You think because you breathe,

piss, sh*t you're alive?

You clutch onto life as if

your life was worth clutching onto.

Was your life worth

clutching onto, Anna? Was it?

Maybe you died a long time ago.

I'm surprised you're

still arguing with me.

You don't have much time left.

Your funeral's in two days.

Soon you're going to be enclosed

in a coffin and buried in the ground.

No one can hear you then.

No one can speak to you there.

Are you scared?

You're not ready.

You're not ready.

...struggling,

you don't have much time left.

There's nothing.

He's right.

What have you done

with your life?

Maybe you did die

a long time ago.

Maybe you did

die a long time ago.

- I'm disappointed with you.

- Who are you?

I am you.

Maybe you are better off dead.

Paul!

Can I help you?

Then perhaps

you can help me.

Could you throw these

away for me, please?

There's no life left in them.

They belong in the garbage.

Did you know Mrs. Whitehall?

I thought this was

Ms. Taylor's funeral.

Ah, Ms. Taylor, no.

Her funeral is not until Friday.

Where is she now?

Um, she's downstairs.

Why?

Why? Because she's not ready.

Is the flower for her?

- She was my teacher.

- Aha.

- And you are?

- Jack.

Well, Jack, what did you think?

- About what?

- About Mrs. Whitehall's funeral.

You find it interesting?

It was okay, I guess.

I see.

Are all funerals the same?

No, Jack.

They're never the same.

Each one is special.

The dead always speak to us

in different ways.

What do you mean?

It was a pleasure

talking to you, Jack.

Why did you do this?

Why did you do this?!

Is this the afterlife?

Because it feels more like hell.

Paul.

Paul...

Anna?

Paul:
No.

Anna.

Anna.

No!

- What is that?

- It's your dress

- for your funeral.

- My funeral dress?

Your mother brought it

around this morning.

I'm not ready to die.

Not yet.

There's nothing

out there for you anymore.

I'll be back soon.

Oh, come on.

Sh*t!

F***.

One more key, come on.

Thank you.

Sir, your change.

Oh.

Please be there.

Please be there.

Please pick up.

Please pick up.

Oh, come on,

answer the phone.

Yeah?

I'm here. It's me.

Paul, I need you.

Hello?

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