NOTE TO ALL READERS… DEAD AND ALIVE
(BUT, MOSTLY ALIVE.)
I’m not one to judge, but you human beings are really quite stupid. The most startling example of this is your belief in the afterlife. Those beliefs are stupider than a dog chasing its own tail. You’ve been going round and round chasing something that isn’t worth a chase at all. I mean, if you weren’t so cute, we wouldn’t even bother with you.
Take the Grim Reaper; he looks less like an agent of death and more like a starving farmer in an independent film. Take Yama; he looks less like a guide to the netherworld and more like a tanned Viking milkman. Take Cerebrus, a three-headed dog that guards the gates of Hell. Okay, that is kind of true.
I won’t even bother to comment on your rituals regarding the bodies of the dead: burying, burning, leaving them to the birds. As if the body even matters. I mean really, that’s just basic.
Let’s get something straight. First of all, death takes you to the Sun. I can see you smirk cynically already. But, what do you think that giant orb is? Why do you think every time you look at the Sun, you’re blinded? It’s simply because, truth can be blinding.
You need more than a map to find your way around death and the afterlife. And, while I know over half of you hate asking for directions (the men), let me give them to you anyway, oh lost soul.
My name is Radha N. Recliws, and I am something of an authority on the afterlife. I’ve spent every moment since my demise learning more about the world of death. I’ve roamed every corner of the solar system, been swallowed by black holes and spat out, and have almost met the Creator, twice. Almost.
This book shines a happy light on that giant fear of humanity: death. It reveals how death can be quite entertaining, if you’ve lived your life well and fairly.
The Wednesday Soul is the true account of a feisty, bordering on violent girl, from Delhi and her life after life. How death separates her from the man she loves, how an ancient ambition gone wrong threatens to derail the very fabric of life after life, and how bad puns have the power to kill.
Frankly, I don’t know how it will end. Because these events are going on even as I speak. It could be glorious and joyful or heartbreaking and painful. All that remains to be seen.
So put your sunglasses on and get ready for the ride of your lives.
–Radha N. Recliws.
