That concept of Heaven would be no fun. One can confidentially say it would be the end of conversation and camaraderie and cocktail hour as we know it.

That concept of Heaven would be no fun. One can confidentially say it would be the end of conversation and camaraderie and cocktail hour as we know it.
The subconscious strata of dreams teems with the dead who do in fact talk. Not in the usual audible sense but the words are there and clearly understandable.
The meaning of life came to me in a slow moment of panic. I finally figured out what’s important. The only thing that really matters. You need someone to care about.
I was so depressed I was delusional, looking for ghosts in crawlspaces, imagining voices of the dead in my head.