After.life Page #5

Are you there?

Paul, help me.

- Paul.

- Please stop.

Oh...

I'm the only one

who can hear you now.

I'd be very careful

if I were you.

The dead have such a hold

over the living.

- What do you mean?

- He still feels your presence.

You're only causing him

more pain.

If you really loved him, you would

accept your death and let him go.

Then prove to me

that I'm really dead.

Oh, you people.

You always need proof.

Why do I

look like a corpse?

Because you are a corpse.

It's time you finally

accepted the truth.

You are dead.

You will never live again.

I am dead.

Bad dream?

I had the craziest dream.

I dreamt that I was in a car crash

and I was dead.

Have you ever had a dream

where you were dead?

Paul?

- Paul?

- Shh shh shh.

What are you doing?

Keep your voice down.

You'll wake the neighbors.

You don't have any neighbors.

Did you ever love me?

Did you?

Say it.

Say you love me.

Are you gonna get that?

Me? No.

It's probably for Eliot.

Is it always like this?

- What do you mean?

- I thought that when you died

you wouldn't feel

any more pain.

You wouldn't have

to struggle anymore.

But it just never stops, does it?

I'll pick up the deceased

from the hospital.

Yes. This afternoon?

It'll be fine.

It's my pleasure, Mr. Miller.

Thank you.

I'll leave you

to sort out her things.

- Okay. Thank you.

- Okay.

Okay.

Oh, wait, I want to take

a picture.

Okay, smile.

- Nice.

- Paul:
Hey, I got this for you.

Aw, it's beautiful.

You're beautiful.

I'll race you to the lake.

Oh, I'm not playing

your little games. No.

I'll make it worth your while.

Come on!

Anna:
Uh-oh.

What are you doing?

- Don't let go of me.

- I won't.

I'll never let you go.

Anna:

What's that for?

His mouth... keep it closed.

Now the eyes.

Does he have family?

Yes. A brother.

He's coming in later.

Did my mother cry

when she saw me?

I'm sorry.

Did Paul?

That's not important anymore.

I need to know.

We had an argument.

I tried to stop her.

No.

No, he didn't.

You should rest.

You're getting weaker.

It's almost time.

Can I ask you a question?

Yes, of course.

Why do we die?

To make life important.

- Mr. Coleman?

- Yeah?

My name's Jack.

Hi. Hi, Jack.

How'd you know my name?

Ms. Taylor was my teacher.

I saw her last night.

What?

I was going past the funeral home

and...

Ms. Taylor stood there.

In the window.

Wearing a red dress.

Don't say things like that.

She doesn't even have a red dress.

- You think I'm lying?

- Look,

Jack, I'm not in the mood, okay?

- She needs your help.

- Anna's dead!

Your teacher is dead.

I can't help her anymore.

Maybe you just don't

love her anymore.

- How dare you, you little f***!

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