Musings of a Ghost

Man, bein' a ghost sucks.
The death was as routine as they come, you know- I'd been a little too rude to my body for a little too long and the ol' ticker just up and quit on me. Docs couldn't get it up and runnin' in time, so that was it. Just wish I could apologize to him- the body, that is, but he's all bones now. It wouldn't matter none anyway.
I got to sit around and watch as my wife moved on, and died. And my daughter, died. Granddaughter, grandson... great-grand somethin'- I'm startin' to lose track. They don't know me no more, they don't see me around. In-cor-por-i-al, no body, that's what the OTRU calls it. Now they're the only ones that know me, and even them's just keepin' track to make sure I don't posess nobody.
Can't interact with my family, can't even go buy coffee and cigarettes that'd just go right through me anyway. Really, all there is to do anymore is go invisible and sneak into another crappy Brimstone play, but even them's all reruns and spinoffs and that nonsense.
Maybe I will. Posess someone, that is. Maybe we'll rob a bank. Not tryin' to harm nobody, especially not the poor whoever I'd be stealin' the body from. Just enough to get the Sentinels' attention so I can finally be free of this afterlife.
But I wouldn't be in this mess if I wasn't too much of a coward to die forever.