You must think it quite strange if I tell you I was stuck in the back of a vehicle with a ghost. It could not get out because the child lock was on.
We played I spy, but he cheats.
In our conversation I ask my ghostly passenger had he travelled far. He said he had been to hell and back.
Apparently he is having it bad on the other side, finds it too hot!
However, you would not believe the people he met over there. People you would think would have gone up instead of down, if you follow my line of thought. Surprisingly, he told me quite a few well-known names on that journey. Now I could not possibly say.
Anyway, we said we would meet up again once a year to play the game of death! His insistence. The idea is to predict which public life figure will pass over to meet their maker during the current year. He promised not to cheat.
UPDATE
It is long past 2009 and 2010 came and went. My ghostly acquaintance is nowhere to be found. Checked out his old haunts, but nothing. Oh dear I did so want to compare lists!
I leave you all with a quote attributed to that wordsmith Anonymous.
What we call life is a journey to death. What we call death is the gateway to life...

read from The Jonathan Harker Diaries
