I don't talk to the dead, tho I know a lot of dead people, including myself. My old friend Joel, who has been a living zombie for as long as I've known him (and so blissfully unconscious of that fact), suggested I go to Halloween as a Zombie Jesus. Too late for that, but it seems appropriate for Christmas.
A living friend of mine recommended a personal injury attorney in Fort Worth. I'm going to give him a call, and see what kind of wrongful death case we can cook up for me. My death was so wrong, so very wrong, that they kicked me out and restored my life. Restore. I like that.