I watched the Greeter walk away towards an older gentleman, who I had assumed was the priest presiding over the funeral. I turned and sat in an unoccupied confessional.

I felt so adrift, (the floating didn’t help alleviate the sensation) the accident had happened so fast I really didn’t have time to come to terms with my own death. Perhaps I was too hasty. This could easily be a dream or a nightmare. No, I saw and I knew what had happened. This is real; I’m dead but not gone.

The ice, my husband had told me to salt the porch down. But my classic habit of procrastination, it was my fault. I may as well have committed suicide. I felt a sudden anger surge through me.

‘God Damn It!’ I would have screamed, if I still owned vocal cords.

‘Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance.’ I thought as I felt the anger subside almost as quickly as it had come. I learned the ‘5 Stages of Grief’ long ago.

I guess it’s time to start with Bargaining.
I had a few questions for the Greeter.