Ambrosia Sky finds sci-fi gold in the mess that death leaves behind

I used to think of death as little more than a fleeting instant. You’re there one second, and you’re gone the next. Quick, simple. It was a scary thought, sure, but comforting in a strange way too. When you die, there is nothing left to worry about. There’s no fallout to deal with. You just exit into a blissful state of nonexistence. But the more I’ve grown, and the more I’ve been exposed to real death as loved ones pass away, the more I know that it can leave a mess in its wake. Those left mourning can spend years, if not a lifetime, sorting through the wreckage left behind after an unexpected tragedy.