Conscience is no more than the dead speaking to us.

I'll Die For Your Sins If You Live For mine.

And a soul would run by a living being, touch them softly on the shoulder or cheek, and continue on its way to heaven. The dead are never exactly seen by the living, but many people seem acutely aware of something changed around them. They speak of a chill in the air. The mates of the deceased wake from dreams and see a figure standing at the end of their bed, or in a doorway, or boarding, phantomlike, a city bus.

Death is not the end.

Endings are not always bad. Most times they're just beginnings in disguise.

Maybe before you die, it's your ghosts you see.