You’re new to the whole being dead this and you have no memory of how you died. Wally, another spirit of course, walks up to you.

“Wally Clark. Class of ‘84.” He says with a wide grin, holding out his hand. “Died on the field at the homecoming game senior year. Nice to meet you.”

“Look, I can’t really chat right now, I’ve got some holes in my memory to fill.” You say distractedly.

“Well that’s why I’m here, I can totally help you fill your holes.” Wally says as he looks at you with a smile