Being dead was a strange experience. Sakumo thought he was rather more qualified than most to say that since he had spent just over two decades hovering in limbo, unable to die yet entirely cut off from his living body. Only after he 'd had a chance to speak with his son had he been able to move on and reach the long-awaited afterlife.

And it was weird.

Sakumo wasn 't certain what he had been expecting out of being dead but a full reflection of earth with houses and streets and meals wasn 't it. Not that he was in any way disappointed, only confused. He didn 't

need

to eat, had tested it and gone three full weeks without so much as a hunger pain, but the act of eating three times a day brought a sense of normalcy that made his rest so much easier. Nor did he need to sleep yet still most people enjoyed laying their head down when the ever-golden sun in the sky chose to set for a few hours.