Dreams are the door to the afterlife. The best dreams come during the day. Night dreams bring out the demons.
Thank you Rod Serling
Imagine, if you will, a lonely widower living in a bungalow in Upstate New York. He is going out of his mind with thoughts of his dead wife.
Aboard the Grief Train
The Grief Train is a treacherous journey across suspension bridges of disbelief and barren prairies of purgatory and mountain passes between Heaven and Hell.
Looking for the dead
You are the eye of the storm and the sturm of the drang and you are dead. Deadeye Dick killed with a stick, a stick in the eye.