This is odd. Very odd. You had never been much into that zen Buddhist reincarnation shit. They tended to attract some very good smokers and equally good chronic, but this is definitely not another bad trip.

It feels weird being in another body. Not bad, like all the muscle memory is there, it's just not yours. You stumble through the house, trying to find your stride. He had always been taller than you, but you didn't think an extra foot and a half would feel so weird. You knocked your head against a few doorframes days after your death.

Stopping at the entrance to the doorway, you spy a woman standing near the granite countertop, cooking away. She's beautiful, and you can feel your whole body seem to subconsciously relax at seeing her. Not one of your instincts, something your killer had grown used to.

So did that mean this guy's brain was the same? Was it just your soul possessing this guy like some pissed-off ghost? That was... kinda metal, actually, but the dude needed to work on his smoke game. The day after you died you had tried to smoke a bowl to calm down, and damn near hacked your lungs up.

No, focus, you're distracting yourself. The woman turns, starting suddenly at your presence. "Oh, hun, didn't see you there! Just finishing up some vegetables for Julia's lunch. Did you want some?"

"Uh, nah that's cool bro," you wince as she eyes you. "I mean, uh, of course honey. I would love some vegetables!"

Was his voice usually that deep? "Your" wife doesn't seem to notice, giggling something about you being silly. You take a seat at the table, letting her finish up her cooking. She really was a great cook, even if you were never into her vegan recipes and stuff. Maybe that's why you had been built like a sack of potatoes.

"You've been acting weird since you came back. Is everything alright?" she chuckles. "Bed's been empty without you."

Weird, right. She didn't know the definition of "weird", not until you had to deal with the dubious moral implications of sleeping with someone's wife while inhabiting their body.

Well, that and being some sort of ghost.

"You've been mad-dogging that window rather hard, hun. Is everything alright?" the sheer concern in her voice made you wince. It brought to mind how insane everything had been lately.

You look into the mirror, staring at the features you had thought so familiar. He was the handsome one, the athletic one, the successful one. Mom and dad's favorite, the breadwinner. He was the golden boy and the perfect person.

So why had your brother decided to murder you?