A book about being dead (and not) that has no title yet.

A novel I'm working on that is centered around a character called 'me' who is dead only when they die, it turns out its pretty much the same as being alive only dead. And that for some reason there aren't that many people who are dead, despite so many having died.

Why?

Remembering the Mammoth.

"The day I finally died was a Sunday, after I spent something like thirty years avoiding the matter it was a Sunday that finally got me. " This is the first page of my novel. So please critique!

A Dead Mouse is not The Eiffel Tower

what I learned at school when I was wee

A most remarkable autopsy.

how all famous people's autopsies go i expect

My Da

A story about a man named 'Da' who died.