"I like the cold. It reminds me of death." It was an odd thing to say, but the smile on her face made it seem as if it were perfectly natural. As if there was nothing altogether off about being reminded of death while smiling. As if she enjoyed death.
Which Betty did. Her afterlife had provided her with a fascinating job and chance for new experiences. She was grateful for it and never once regretted the day she died.
"Most people aren't fond of this stuff," her hands came out of her pockets and gestured around herself to indicate the snow. "But I love it."