Ruminations of an Afterlife

Joe and Adam were right. I am a woman! All these men becoming fathers and goddammit. I wanna be one. I don't get to be one, but I wish I did. I never did while I was alive, obviously. But I see how happy it makes Peter and how Pierre and David and Ethan are all...lit up and happy and chirpy about their kids. Dammit. Not...to them. I'm glad they feel that way! It makes me so endlessly happy. But then I feel this bittersweet pang in knowing I won't ever have that. I think I'd be a really good dad, as long as I had kids with someone who could maybe explain that climbing trees and then jumping off them to see if you can fly ISN'T such a good idea after all.

But the dead can't create life. So I suppose I will have to be Uncle Thomas. All in all, it's a damn good thing to be anyway.