It was pretty awesome, Mike agreed. He wondered if it was like... a perpetual bottle of booze now. Always the same amount in the bottle as when he'd died, even if he drank some.
That was the kind of experiment that he'd figure out on his own though.
Willie, Mike realized, was really something of a child. Like he'd died as a teen and then stayed that way forever. It was weird, like seeing a real arrested development despite the fact that time continued to move around him. It was interesting. "So you could be the kind of ghost that makes the lights flicker and all that, huh."