Jingo was defeated by Darth Evilous, for sure, but he was still a ghost. True Jedis never really die. Their souls just sort of hang out, observing everything that's going on,
and every once in a while they'll appear and just get up in other people's business.

It actually gets super boring being a non-corporeal entity day after day. It's really frustrating to watch people go about their lives, what with all their moments of happiness mixed with moments of not-so-happiness. Dead people don't really get to be happy, but they don't have to worry about being sad either, so I guess it evens out. If there was anything that Dingo missed the most, it was probably eating a good cheeseburger.

Anyway, Dingo popped by his Mom's place. She was sobbing uncontrollably, because she had just found out that Dingo was dead.

"Mom," said Dingo, after he appeared to his mom. "How come you didn't tell me that you're not my real mom?"

"Dingo, is that really you?" said Dingo's mom.

"Yep, it's me, now answer the question! If you don't mind!"

"Okay, okay, well, the fact is, your Dad had an affair back in the day, and it was really embarrassing, not so much because he had an affair, but because he had an affair with an eight-armed (at least at the time) alien. I mean, ewww!"

"When you turned out to look human, we decided the best thing to do was to just keep it all under wraps. Now that your dead, though, I guess there's no harm in telling you."

"Aw, Mom, so all this time, you were trying to protect me. That's so nice!"

"Yeah, it was pretty nice of us."

And so, here ends our story. They all lived happily ever after, except for Jingo of course, who was basically just dead, and would be for eternity.