Last night I dreamed that I was at a party with a lot of my friends. We were just sitting around talking when Gardner Dozois appeared, large as life and twice as real, in one of the chairs. I just looked one way and then back and there he was. Everybody knew that he was dead but we were so happy to see him we didn't care.
Gardner slid right into the conversation. He recommended a PBS series to me. "I think you'd really like it, Michael," he said, and the chit-chat didn't get any more serious than that. He made jokes. He was clearly enjoying our company. So nobody asked him any questions about the afterlife. We just reveled in his being there. He made everybody feel good.
So all I learned about life after death is that you can get PBS there.
Could be worse.