Out of all the billions upon billions of people who have died since the beginning of time, I would think that at least one of them would have found a way to get back and tell us what goes on after we're gone.
There are many published accounts of life after death. Some are false, but that doesn't make all of them false. When my nephew was very young (about four) they moved next door to a twelve-year-old who was in the final stages of dying from leukemia. But for about the last year of Luke's life, my nephew went next door to visit and play with the bed-ridden boy.
The expected happened and Luke died. My nephew had a hard time grasping the concept of death--not living, no longer alive, was gone. He grasped onto "gone" because he did understand that. People left, they were gone...but then they came back. He kept insisting on knowing when Luke would be coming back. This went on even until the gathering at my brother's house after the funeral. Finally, my nephew was getting so out of hand about insisting on knowing when Luke was coming back that he was sent to his room to calm down.
More than an hour passed, all had become quiet, and my brother thought he would peek in on his son, whom he expected to find asleep. He was astounded, upon opening the door, to find his son's room (usually a disaster) in the final stages of being picked up. There was still two small piles on the floor my nephew was working on putting neatly away. My brother blurted out, "What are you doing?"
My nephew replied, "Luke was here. He said my room was a mess and I should clean it up."
My brother, naturally worried that his son still wasn't handling the death well said, "Son, Luke is dead."
My nephew replied, "Yes, Luke told me he is dead. He said being dead means he doesn't have a body and so he can't live here anymore. But he said I should clean up my room. He told me to make piles of things that are alike, and then work on putting the things in each pile back where they belong."
Neither my brother nor his wife cleaned that way, and nor had they shown their son this method. My brother asked, "When did you learn this?"
My nephew (somewhat impatiently) said, "Just a bit ago when Luke told me. He couldn't stay long because he doesn't have a body. But before he left, he told me I should clean my room and how to do it. So I'm doing it."
My brother went back to the main gathering and told his wife and Luke's parents what my nephew was doing. Luke's parents were shocked because years before, when Luke was still healthy, that was how he always cleaned his own room--something he couldn't do in the time he and my small nephew had been friends.