Dead people are big and friendly, I think. I’m talking on my cellphone and it’s sunny. People who are not clinically alive are somehow walking, and they are nice. There’s a man dressed like Calvin Coolidge who orders a slice of pizza from some italian guy. They both smile. This little girl with long fingernails is walking her dog. I pet her dead dog on the head. Cutie! I almost say. I see an attractive woman who is just a skeleton. A nice man with no head tells me my zipper is down. I blush. This is cute and funny, the way I blush. I look up, only to notice that there are no clouds in the sky. Dead children laugh, and a rainbow that smells like decay drops out of the sky and makes the world a better place for everyone. Everything in the world is really nice, and there are no problems. I feel good about stuff.