We don’t ask for happiness, just a little less pain. Charles Bukowski, “Letter to William Packard,” July 1985 Seven letters. Two words. It’s surprising how easily a person can get used to telling a ghost to fuck off. And how quickly it gets old. Once they know you can see them, hear them—unlike everyone else—they tend not to listen. After twenty years of being harassed by the dead, I’m not surprised by much anymore. Certainly not by how rude and pushy they can be. I suppose they have good reasons. Most of them want peace—or at least some form of…