Cry Me A River

Emma woke up, her eyes blinked a tall woman into view. "Who are you?" "Who are you?" Emma asked in return. The woman blinked and reached down to help Emma off the ground, "My name is Angelica Catalina, and you're dead." Emma sat on the park bench next to Angelica as the woman explained her death. "Emma, are you okay?" Emma gasped, finally making a noise. "You-? I'm-? Dead?" "Yes, Emma you're dead." Angelica made to put her arm around Emma but then paused, as if remembering the girl was incorporeal. "I'm dead?" "Emma, you are dead." Emma thunked her head into her hands, "Oh God, I'm dead." "Yes, Emma, you're dead." Angelica Catalina put her head in her hand in annoyance. f*****g Gen-Zers, right? "Oh, Holy s**t. I'm dead. Oh f**k. Crumbs." Emma stood and began to pace, "I had tickets to a Beyoncé concert next weekend!" "That should be the least of your worries, Emma," Angelica said. Emma turned and glared, "Do you have any idea how expensive Beyoncé tickets are?" "No?" "Well, they're expensive as f**k, you can't just die instead of going to Beyoncé," Emma screeched. "You are dead!" Angelica tried not to yell. "Beyoncé tickets aren't the problem." "Wait, if I'm dead, I can still go to the concert!" Emma gasped in excitement. "f*****g A!" "Oh my God, you kids are crazy."