"As the spirit sat and watched the girl on the other side of the mirror, he felt such sadness. Despite being dead for only a short time, it felt like an eternity. He watched his wife with loving eyes and watched as she......."

....combed her beautiful long hair. It was her hair that had attracted him to her in the first place. The lovely gold locks flowing over her shoulders and down her back. He sighed as best any spirit could and watched as she turned to go. She was heading to his funeral. This angered the dead man. Why must his wife suffer? He had hated seeing her struggle through the cancer she still held in her body. Then he had to go and slip off the ladder like the clumsy fool that he was. Now she had to bury her husband.

"Why does it have to end like this?" He shouted at the empty void tugging at him. No answer.

He looked back at his wife and tenderly whispered "I love you." She paused for just a moment and looked over her shoulder. She shivered and turned off the bathroom light.