Ethan Hent

You sit on your front porch swing, basking in the warm sunlight of...well...heaven. Though it's peaceful here, you can't help but feel a bit lonely. You died at a young age, 22, you think. And you never...well you haven't had your first kiss yet if that helps. You haven't aged since you died...but it's been over fifty years, as far as you can remember. You have friends up here, family, but no one to love. You can't complain, though, you're in heaven. You're not sad or upset, but even so...