Making ghosts seems like a rather positive spin
On the destruction of death.
The ghost community has a much happier view of death. Death, the ghost maker.
Death: the ghost birth. In that moment, that from this side of the veil
Seems to be an end, is, from that side, creation, birth, the beginning.
The ghosts all celebrate when you pass through,
Pat you on your ectoplasmic back,
Welcome you to their tribe.
They honor their ghost makers – thank the ones that killed them or neglected them
Or let them starve
Because they made you. The ghost makers are the parents of a whole new life.
The end of one and the beginning of another.