- I don't wistfully hope she still exists in some non-corporeal form
- I don't expect to meet her in heaven or in hell
- I can't imagine that she'll speak to me in a darkened room full of idiots holding hands
- I rather doubt that she will guide me in my decisions from the spiritual plane.
So, my friend, I miss you, but you are dead. I'll remember you as long as I live and that sort of thing is the extent to which you remain alive. And the only extent. I'll try to keep you alive for as long as I can shock people by telling them about your behaviour and your attitude.
Also, I never got to pay you back for some of the *madness* you put me through, you crazy bitch.