Gift of The Dead

I'm dead. That's all I know, that I'm no longer a living human, that I'm now a spirit floating around. I can't remember my family, I can't remember anything at all. The only memory I have of my past life is when I died, I remember lights, loud noises, and screaming. Now I'm watching other people in their daily life, doing things without a care in the world. What they don't know is that the afterlife decided when your time is up, we could decided to spare you from that walk to the mailbox, and avoid that oncoming truck that's going to crash into it a second later, or they can let you die. It's our choice.