[Awwww. He was kind of hoping for a little scream. Marshall's shout of "holy shit!" before had been kind of gratifying. The few pleasures of being a ghost; scaring the willies out of the living.]

I'm not really sure. Heart attack, I suspect. I was just... [he gestures toward his journal, which was sprawled open on the floor] Well, I was fine one second, if not a little distraught, and then I was staring at my dead body, wondering what just happened.