The wildly fantastical imagery of the 'after-life' in this story is whimsical but very down to earth. The author's wit and imagination flourishes to life, in deliberate counter-balance to the void that otherwise death - especially an 'untimely' one - leaves behind. In this sense it reminds me a little of the spirit of Dylan Thomas' words: 'Rage, rage against the dying of the light'. At times confusing and difficult to follow, the story is no less appreciable for that reason. That aspect simply reflects the reality of the situation: loss can be mercilessly difficult to accept and reconcile. It is the continuity of life and the contribution we make to it, that ultimately provides the humanely redeeming sanity of 'closure' for this story.