She Looked At Me, Like She Was

Anubis Frowned. He Locked His Very Nice Eyes With Mine. “you’re Not Dead.” “no,” I Said. “though We’re Trying Awfully Hard.

If I Were A Flowerpot, I Would've Checked My Hair. ~carter Kane

Khufu Carefully Picked Out Everything That Ended With-o—doritos, Oreos, And Some Chunks Of Meat. Buffalo? Armadillo? I Was Scared To Even Ask.

Love Is On Every Side, And No One's Side. Don't Ask What Love Can Do For You.

The Dead Are Hard To Look At. Their Faces Shimmer. They All Look Slightly Angry Or Confused. They Will Come Up To You And Speak, But Their Voices Sound Like Chatter, Like Bats Twittering. Once They Realize You Can't Understand Them, They Frown And Move Away. The Dead Aren't Scary. They're Just Sad.