So here I am. Dead. Conscious, but dead. I can see everyone at my own wake. My beloved Margaret. Gertrude, my nurse. Damn Pnemonia got the best of me. Told myself I would make it eighty but sadly, foiled once more. All these other posers here I have no recollection of. Probably came for the after party. Oh boy, do I have something up my sleeve. Back when I was breathing I was the top prankster to my grandkids. Where the hell are they now? Anyway, wait I lost my train of thought. Even when I'm dead, I'm still senile. Pranks! Yes! Sure I have some tricks. Put a farting bag under Getrude's chair once. Twice. Well countless times actually but who's counting. I also pulled the ol' water bucket when my grandson opens the door...splash you got grandpa-ed. OH but Charles, you've out done yourself this time. That ring go invisibility! Got it at the pawnshop one afternoon back in '89. I admit, I always took things for granted. Hopefully it pays out. The Seller said it would disappear when the timer goes off. Thirty seconds. I look at my wife; anticipation rings through my ears. Dead ears to be precise. POOF! Her tears stopped streaming down and screamed at what was once my peaceful body in a casket..then she fainted. Oh buy, I'm not gonna hear the end of that.