Today was the day of your funeral, and it was just as gloomy and miserable as you expected. Gathered around the grave plot in the churchyard were your family and friends, weeping over your coffin as it slowly lowered into the ground.

They wiped their tears and tried to compose themselves, but not one of them looked at you, which came as no suprise, you were a ghost after all.

As you moped over your unfortunate fate, a tall tattooed man strolled up to you with his hands in his pockets. He just stood by your side casually, glancing down at the coffin with an indifferent expression, blowing bubbles with his gum.

You looked at him suspiciously, not really worried about the fact you were staring, because he probably couldn't see you, but much to your suprise he suddenly turned his head and gave you a sleazy grin.

"You're a poltergeist right? Wanna come work for me? I have a feeling you'll make me plenty of money."