I'm a ghost. Light as a feather, almost like I never existed at all. I saw my own funeral take place. It was lovely. Now what?

"Nice dress you have on today." Startled, beside me was a man. Very attractive in a black suit. "I'm sorry do I know y-, hold on! You can see me?!" He smiled.

"Come along now. It's time to go."

"Go? Where?"

"Can't say. You need to be asking someone of higher power for that one." 

"I can't follow you. I don't know you!" 

"Should've thought of that before you quickened your death date."

"Hold on, are you a grim reaper?"

"I would prefer to be called an Angel, love. Angel of death at your service miss." He winked and gestured his hand to his heart. Bloody hell I'm not going anywhere. So I ran and took over a body of a 13 year old.