“So, you see.. I’m very happy where I am. Your services aren’t needed. You may leave!” George deadpanned. Even after being dead for so long, this man was just as everyone had described him. Cant-stan-yaaaa
A soft sigh escaped my lips, “Mr Costanza.. You do realise we have an on-going murder investigation on your name. You are dead. Your ashes are right here!” I tried my best to hide my frustration but it was apparent while pointing towards his urn.
Almost 6 months had passed from the time Mr. George Costanza’s body was found. A short stout, balding man, who was stabbed right in the heart. The act seemed like a crime of passion or leading aggression. The murder weapon was never found, it was an oddly cone shaped item that pierced him pretty hard and quick.
“You got a good look at the killer, didn’t you?”
“I’m dead. I can’t be undead! So what’s the point? Besides I’m happy to be dead!!” The dead retorted, quoting his best friend, Jerry, in the process. He never thought he’d miss his best friend so much, and here he was, thinking of him the whole time. Supposedly, the dead, didn’t have much to do.
“Why wouldn’t you want your killer behind the bars?” I asked, curious more than ever. Was this man really trying to get me fired from my job?
“Welll….?” I asked, glancing down at my wrist watch. Every dead was different, which meant, my mutant powers worked differently on them. Some had 10 minutes, while the rest could even go up to an hour. I was yet to figure would the cause, perhaps it had more to do with their willingness to connect with the real world. George seemed to not care at all.
“I can’t tell you who it was..” he whispered softly, there was sadness illuminating from his eyes.
“I’m sorry, but you must.. There are people out there who loved you and want justice for your loss..”
“Nobody cares..” He whispered, when I heard how broken he was, a part of me felt sympathetic towards him. How could someone, even after being murdered, be thankful for it?
“We do.. I do.. if you didn’t matter, the police would’ve never called me..” I tried to reassure him, I wasn’t the best person at being in touch with my feelings.
Showing feelings or experiencing them, was alien to me. But now, for the sake of my job, I had to show someone how they mattered, AFTER they were dead. The perks of my job
I could almost see the change in his demeanor, this was my little ray of sunshine through a tiny crack, it felt promising but the clock was ticking at the same time. “Please, help me, help you..” a softness was added to my tone as I watched him.
“Miss. Shaw” he began once again, the hesitation was apparent in his face, like he was trusting me with his well-kept secret. A secret he had worked so hard to suffocate under the weight of a mountain of feelings.
“I spent my whole life, trying to get by. I was never a smart kid. I never worked hard for anything. Even for work, I prayed I’d get fired so unemployment would fend for me. Hell, I worked harder to keep unemployment, than being employed! Then everything changed, I met a wonderful woman. We got along fine! She was the bread winner and I, the stay at home boyfriend. I loved my life. I loved the comfort. We decided to get married..” he paused, guilt ridden at this point.
I waited patiently for him to continue, giving him the gentle nods that I understand what he’s experiencing.
“…..I was being cheap.. I forced her to buy cheap toxic wedding invites.. She dead from them…” He whispered.
My brows raised in surprise, wondering what the connection was. This spirit was clearly out of his mind.
“And… The killer is…?” I tried to give him a little mental nudge to concentrate.
“Ever since Susan died.. I felt like her family blamed me for it.. it drove me nuts! I couldn’t take the way her mother looked at me through her eyelashes, as if I stole her daughter away from here!!” He quibbled while raising his fist in the air.
“Mr. Costanza! Please tell me how did you die?” I demanded, my voice unable to hide my frustration.
“Yes, I’m getting to it…. So.. Yada yada.. and I was dead.”
I could feel the nerves in my forehead pop out, no one in my life had been so miserably frustrating before. I thanked my lucky stars because if this man were alive, I would’ve killed him with my bare hands.
“What is yada yada?”
“Oh!” He began once again when I noticed his spirit fading slowly. It was time, he would be gone within seconds.
“HURRY!” I demanded once again, I couldn’t connect with him for another 6 months and frankly didn’t care enough to see him again. Even if I was being paid for it.
“What did they find near my dead body?” He had somehow turned into a silhouette now, his voice faint.
“…. Envelopes dispersed on the floor..? Metal spatula?… A bucket…? A turned table?”
I answered confused, even though I had memorized the whole scene. His body was found under a bed of envelopes. The victim was hugging his chest, trying to stop the blood from flowing so fast.
“Check the freezer, you look like a smart cookie..” And with that, he was gone.
“George!!!” I called out after him. Seriously fuck the dude. Who the fuck talks this way?
I placed his urn back into the living room where his father had instructed me to, then walked back to the kitchen. “Freezer….” I told myself as I inched closer to it. What was I expecting? A dead body? A dead killer?
To my surprise, I noticed icicles surrounding the entrance. “Huh?” I thought. “Oddly cone shaped object, sharp enough to hurt anyone…” I mumbled, trying to remember how the murder weapon was, and then it all clicked.
A chuckle left my lips, “Costanza, you bastard! Case closed!!”