Life After Death and Phone Calls

A small, plump woman was sitting in her home examining an error message on her computer when the phone rang. She picked up the receiver. "Hello?" she said. "Margaret?" a man's voice asked distractedly. "Yes, Fred dearie, it's me." "Good, good, ahh... listen, I've something to tell you." "Mmm? What is it?" "I seem to have exploded." A pause. "What? How!?" "Spontaneously. I was at the office working and it just...happened. If only you could see the mess. Body parts spattered everywhere. They'll have a terrible time getting me out of the carpet..." he trailed off. " But how are you talking to me!?" "Come now, Margaret! If a ghost can slam doors, I daresay a disembodied spirit can dial a simple phone number!" "So...you're dead?" she whispered. "No, I don't think--wait a second--actually, a little old man with a large hourglass just appeared, he's says that I am dead and he's just a little late. Don't fret, Marge, at least you have the life insurance to look forward to." And with that, the line went dead.