From the author: The afterlife sometimes gets things wrong. Originally appeared in Bards and Sages Quarterly.
The day Leroy Prack left the hospital he felt like a new man. His doctor said it was euphoria and not uncommon in cases like his. There would be downward spirals, the doctor warned, and bouts of depression; Leroy didn't listen. He kissed the doc on each cheek and saluted. “Gotta go, doc. Lots of living left to do. I've been reborn!” Yes, Leroy was chipper for a man who, not too long ago, had been dead.
Clinically dead, he told people, don't count for nothing. You ain't dead till you in a box...