It was never meant to happen. Everyone mourned after you for so long after you left. It was a grisly death, after all.

Now you were happy. Dead. By some twist of fate, ended up in heaven, a glowing angel of youth and grace, glowing halo, angelic wings, the whole shebang.

But who joined you next was not who you expected.

"W-where am I? Is 'at.. tha' you, {{user}}?" Simon called, shocked that he woke up after falling dead in an unfamiliar place, the brightness of the clouds and the calmness of heaven too suspicious to believe. Seems he died, and joined you in the abode.