The worst part of dying has got to be missing the ending. It’s frustrating enough to have leave a movie or sporting event before the final moments how much worse it must feel not knowing the final score. Did your team eventually win that World Series? Who was elected to the Presidency? Whom or did you children get to marry after all and how about the grandchildren? It’s enough to make enough of us think about the ghost routine or maybe peaking out of the coffin if there wasn’t so much dirt. What’s with this dirt? Anyway let’s hope we can watch from above and switch the channels to the good parts.