Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da

Ghosts

John awoke to a high pitched sound that he couldn't seem to figure out at first. Much to his relief and amusement, it was just a tea kettle. He stretched his arms on the couch, still half asleep.
"Well, good morning to you, I suppose I'd mention," John heard George say.
"Good morning to you, too," John yawned.
George went on to pour the tea into two separate cups.
"Earl grey tea—thought it would give us the boost we need," George announced as he handed one of the cups to John, who took it gratefully. John rubbed his eyes before he checked to see if the temperature was right, though immediately pulling his lips away from the cup's rim.
George chuckled at the sight, sitting on a chair directly across from him. John jokingly rolled his eyes at him as he stared in desire at the tea, desperately wanting to taste it.
The tea finally cooled after a few minutes, an occurrence that John heavily delighted in. Another factor in his happiness was the fact that he was truly experiencing something that was normal to him.
"I do hope lots that the rest of our stay continues to be as normal as this exact moment, really," John thought out loud.
"I really can't disagree on that."
John took another sip of the tea, relishing it's flavor.
"Shall we get onto our main goal here?" John asked.
"I don't see why we shouldn't be," George replied in agreement, standing up.
Just then, the door began to open, whoever was performing the action clearly hesitant in doing so. George and John completely froze at the sight of it.
A figure moved into the room. Their features were much too uncanny
They actually almost looked like that corpse that John had seen.
How could it be?
John stayed still, too many thoughts going through his mind.
If the person was who it appeared to be, then that would be much too perception-altering to comprehend.
But it was.
The person was Billy Preston.
"Didn't you die?" John exclaimed in a variety of emotions.
"Sorry, die?" Billy repeated, confused.
"Yeah, that's why we're here, aren't we?"
John frowned, his face an expression of pure bewilderment.
George simply blinked.
"Your—your body, it was just over there yesterday. What—" George's voice trailed off, equally as confused as John.
John let his head fall into his hands in stress, rubbing at the upper part of his face.
"If we know that Billy is actually dead, and we are actually seeing him," John began. "Does that mean we're, y'know. Actually, no, never mind those words."
"No, John, I know exactly what you mean. I think you may actually be correct," George spoke, his voice accented with fear. He was clearly nervous, but keeping his composure well.
"Do you remember that time when I started freaking out and probably looked quite unusual?" John recalled.
"Yes, how could I forget?"
"I heard these voices. Many different ones, actually. They all seemed to be distressed, especially Yoko's," John explained, his voice trembling. His eyes suddenly widened in realization.
"I've actually left a whole family behind. I've unintentionally deserted them and left them with only sadness, haven't I?"
John looked, and sounded, like he was on the verge of tears. His voice was the sound of pure despair.
"I have a child, an absolutely lovely wife, and they'll never actually get to see me again," he added quietly.
"How do you actually know that? Just because there's one factor in this does not mean that it equals a whole other drastic thing."
"No, George. Have you not seen how Paul and Ringo ignore us? I haven't thought the most out of it, but it's still much too suspicious. They all make little or no responses to anything that we say or do."
"I think I'll take that point I made away," George whispered. "The one I tried to make."
"At least it makes more sense, but it's weird to know that I'm not actually alive." John turned his head away, leaning against only one hand.
"I'm not too sure that I'll truly be able to accept this. I don't think I'll ever get used to it, really," John spoke quietly in a very melancholy way.
"That's completely understandable. Hey, at least you'll still be able to see the people you love. It's much better than being completely alone," George comforted.
John smiled suddenly, a huge change in his emotions.
"You know, maybe being this way isn't the worst. I mean, we're practically ghosts, right? Isn't that bloody brilliant?" John grinned, his tone drastically changing from being very gloomy to absolute enthusiasm.