Which was my favorite afterlife? It's so hard to decide. There was the one where I was a king and everyone bowed before me. The one where I was a pauper and no one noticed me. I was a beagle, well fed and well loved. A god, partying with my fellow deities upon the mountaintop. Subsequently, I was a worm, a tuft of grass, a galaxy, a revelation, rage itself, a charm quark, a eukaryote, a malignant blastoma. Yet I still wish I'd done more with my life itself; for reasons beyond my fathoming, you only get one of those.