Sudden Short Story 48

Before them stood the apparition of their recently deceased friend.  Amidst them lay his corpse.
"Noooo!" moaned the specter.  "I died.  What's the respawn time in this world?"
"1.5 planetary days unobserved," replied one of his still-living comrades.  "You want us to hide the body?"
"Yeah, thanks."
"Hey, wait," interjected another of the living.  "Our CO's expecting us back before then.  If we're late, then we'll take a penalty to our Careers.  Can't you just rein?"
"Dude, reincarnating resets everything.  Do you know how hard it was to get that achievement with the NPC?"
"'Marriage'?"
"Yeah, that's the one.  Look, just hide my body."
Another friend had already scouted from a ridge and returned.  "It's just sand as far as I can see.  I think that we'll have to bury him."  A groan emanated from the local living.
"It's not that bad."
"Says that one guy who doesn't have to dig."
"Well, what would you have me do?" asked the specter.
"Well, since you're dead anyway, why don't you go check the universe list?  We're almost halfway through our lives, anyway, so we might as well see what we can line up.  Maybe find one with magic installed."
"On it," answered the ghost, with a slight salute, and disappeared.

Random Song Lyrics of Silliness

A corpse is a corpse, of course, of course,
And no one can talk to a corpse, of course.
That is, of course, unless the corpse is the famous Mr. Dead.
Go right to the source and ask the corpse.
He'll give you an answer full of remorse.
He's always an unsteady corpse.
Talk to Mr. Dead.

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Yes, this is a re-lyricing of the Mr. Ed song.
Yes, I know that there's a fuller version, but no smoothly-integrated ideas popped into my head for the part that almost nobody remembers.  If I think of something, then I'll amend this post.