Ladies and gentlemen...the afterlife.

From a news story about spooky hotels:

And watch your bellman closely upon your arrival -- or he may disappear with your luggage. There are rumours a former Banff Springs bellman named Sam, who passed away years ago, still enjoys helping guests with their bags.

I've been lugging luggage for almost twelve years now. This pretty much makes me a lifer. Poor Sam above seems to be an after-lifer. Once a bellman, always a bellman. Even after death.

I'm reminded of The Village Voice's description of the new film, Wristcutters: A Love Story.
An excerpt:

But death does not bring oblivion. The ruling joke is that the afterlife is the same as the world of the living, only worse. Suicide is a form of downward mobility: The streets are shabbier, the colors less vibrant, the jobs lousier, and the people more depressed.

I love the trailer. It looks quirky and whimsical. And it has Tom Waits. I'm in.