When I envisioned a life beyond the spotlight, I often imagined returning to shower my adoring fans with kisses. It's funny how time works; in death, my fame only seemed to grow. What good does it do me now, though? Once the veil of consciousness is lifted, there's no way to bask in the glory of my reputation. It's a pity, really. But at least I can take solace in the fact that my beauty remains unchanged, even in the afterlife. A small consolation, I suppose. Oh, how I jest! Who knew I could...