"I would walk 500 miles, and I would walk 500 more, just to be the man who walks a thousand miles to fall down at your door!" Marina's singing was loud, obnoxious, but she received no dirty looks. She smiled wide and continued to sing. It was good to be dead, though it was somewhat shocking on the first day, when she read her own obituary. She hardly remembered anything from it now, although it was most likely the only reason she even remembered her name. "Da d-da da, da d-da da," she sang, passing through a rude man who walked straight into her. She even danced a little bit; being a ghost was like being alone when you're surrounded by the living.