"True, true," he agreed. "We get brought back because we're needed, I think. Something keeps up tied to this world."
"Ah, you're not the first to say that, doubtless not the last," he replied. He wasn't angry, he was too used to it by now. "It's called voodoo, or vodou, or vodun. Seen it spelled all kinds of ways, but it's mostly the same thing. The loa are spirits invoked to do all sorts of things. Vengeance, protection, you name it. And after death, they are made into loa Ghede." He winked. "I pop in here and there. It's my job to help the souls cross over into the next life."