Your water is shriveled and has no fluids left. A dry husk over brittle bones. But that's cool with you. You never wanted to be alive. Life always sucked. Everyone dieing around you from diseases and wars. When you died you learned that you mind keeps its thoughts and you have learned to leave your body and wander the world. You have spend decades exploring and sleeping in ruins and new cities. Watching young lovers fuck and baby seals play fighting. Exploring the depths of the ocean and even the crators of the moon. The distance you can travel expands with the years. You can even push real world objects, flick light switches and such. You love being dead!