Okay. I first met him when I went to argue with my sister about her job. We'd just come into our powers and she has the power of premonition. Her idea was to get a job as a hotel lobby psychic. Mark (that's his name) came up to us and we kept brushing him off to continue our argument. He was a little surprised that we could see him. I ended up bringing him home with me and that was when I finally realized that my sisters and I were the only one who could see him.
He'd been killed that day by another man who essentially stole Mark's identity so he could get away with horrible crimes. Mark needed our help to cross over and our protection until his body could be buried. If Mark didn't get a proper burial and quickly, Yama would take his soul to hell. Since everyone assumed is body was that of a criminals, we had to clear that up first. Mark and I spent a lot of time together. I got to know him and he got to know me. He wasn't a cook like me, but he shared his family's recipes with me and to me that was one of the most romantic things a guy could do for me. I fell for him.
We both wished we had run into each other before he had died. And I wish we could have been able to touch, so I could have comforted him more. After a couple of days, we were able to get his body identified as him and we went to his funeral. His dad had died sometime before and he came for Mark and they both disappeared. It was for the best, but I didn't want to let go.