*Third Person POV*
Christmas had been and gone. It was now the day that family and friends gathered together to give poor Christopher Kendall a proper sendoff. PJ stood over the coffin, Phil and Carrie either side of him. He still managed to hold in all the emotions that he wanted to let out over the coffin that encased his husband.
"I'm so proud of you, Peej" PJ heard Dans voice from behind him. He patted PJ's back and turned away.
"Come on, lets go home. No need to hang around is there?" Everyone turned around, ready to go home, but Lexi loitered around by the coffin.
"Just, give me five minutes" she said quietly.
"Of course, squidge" Alex squeezed her shoulder.
"Don't call me that. I only like being given pet names by parents that want me" she says it coldly, not looking once in his direction. Then she sits down by the coffin.
"Hi Chris. It's Alexa. I know you can't hear me, what with you being- anyway..." Her voice hitches in her throat, but she carries on nonetheless.
"I wish I could have said goodbye when I had the chance. But obviously, I just- I didn't know who you were. Putting it into perspective, that sounds like a really horrible thing to say. And now that I think about it, that was probably a horrible experience for my dads- I mean Dan and Phil. But it's not my fault, and now I remember! You were like the big brother I never had, even if you are the same age as my dad. It was so amazing, having you around me. You made me laugh and you taught me so much about life, things that Dan and Phil never did. I can only imagine how PJ is feeling. I love you, Chris. I'll miss you, and I'll never forget you" a couple of stray tears roll down her cheeks and onto the coffin. She blows a kiss to the coffin, stands up, and joins everyone else in the car.

*Chris POV*
I stand over the mahogany coffin, thinking about life before all of this. I don't just mean before I died. I mean before all of it. When Dan and Phil were still married. When Lexi was still happily with them. When PJ and I would spend our Saturdays cuddled up on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn, watching some crappy romantic film. I've been stood here for nearly 2 hours, just reminiscing about the past 15 years. Thinking about particular moments when I was incandescently happy, trying to block out moments when PJ and I fought. I remember how we got together. It started in a hospital toilet. That's when the suspicious arose, that I might have some more-than-friendly feelings for him. Then a chat with my sister, Emma, (who has had another 2 kids with her husband, Dean), confirmed it. Then in the car on the way to visit Dan in the hospital, I accidentally let out my little crush. Then in the same hospital, in the same toilets, I realised we shared the same feelings. I smile at the memory. We've had our fair share of fights, no doubt. But they were never really fights, more squabbles over what to watch on telly or who we thinks going to win X Factor. Then I remember Dan and Phil. The countless evenings we've had playing drunk monopoly. Basically, every time someone lands on one of our properties, rather than pay us, they have to take a shot, or two if we have one house, three if we have two houses etc. Monopoly just isn't as fun unless you're drunk. I remember one time as we were playing, I had bought all of the oranges, and had hotels on all of them. When you have a hotel, the person has to take what's called a 'lemon drop' which is a sugar rimmed shot glass, half full with vodka and then the rest lemon. Phil landed on each one of my hotelled houses and had to take 3 of these shots. After each one, he grimaced, pulling his face into an almost comical expression. Needless to say, we all laughed at him.
I also remember trips to the town centre with them, picking PJ up little presents if I saw something he would like. Alex and Carrie. Not much to tell with them. Carrie and I were friends in college, which is how she and Phil met. Alex came in to the picture a bit later, and when we moved to Swindon, they stayed in London. And finally, Alexa. I heard her saying I was like the brother she never had. It's true. I treat her like I would my little sister. She's such an amazing, lovely girl, and because she's so young, she needs a big brother, even if her big brother is thirty-seven years old. I smile at memories I've had with her, babysitting her with PJ. We decided that we didn't want to have children, but why do we need them, when we have Lexi! She's always given everything she wants, but never asks for more. She's spoilt, because she's any only child and Dan makes a good amount of money with his books, but she's completely content with what she has. She would be happy if she got a bin bag for Christmas! She's just always happy, always smiling, and I hate ever seeing her upset, because she doesn't ever deserve to be. I sigh and wander away as people come over with shovels, ready to trap the coffin that encases what I once was under a blanket of soil.

I wander around aimlessly, not really sure what to do. I could go to Phils, just to see everyone, but what's the point? I won't be able to talk to anyone, if I'm dead, will I? I'm not even sure why I'm still here.
Surely I should have gone up to heaven or whatever?
Or downwards
Into the fiery depths of Hell. I could end up going there. I think back to everything I've done that I shouldn't have. They were mostly small things, but it all adds up. It was mostly things like forgetting to wash up, or borrowing PJ's belongings without asking, but it's the little things that count.

I follow everyone back to Phils house, gliding through the air, like a plastic bag. Who needs feet when you're a ghost?
When I arrive, everyone is gathered in the living room. My mum is crying, with my dads arm around her. PJ is sat in the corner of the sofa with a glass of orange juice, hugging his knees. Carrie is close to tears, as is Alex. Phil is trying to keep everyone upbeat, offering around drinks and putting on a lot of my favourite songs. Dan is sat with my brother, laughing at something, but not in the happy way, more in the 'I'm trying my hardest not to cry' way. I can't see Lexi anywhere. I decide to perch my transparent arse next to PJ on the sofa. I place my hand carefully on his shoulder. I can feel his black tuxedo rustling under my fingers. I whisper sweet nothing's in his ear, and stroke his arm. But he can't feel my touch. He can't hear me telling him that he's better off without me anyway. He can't see me smiling, willing him not to cry. Because I'm not his husband any more.
I spend the rest of the evening floating around, hearing people's real opinions of me. So many people have said so many nice things, it's so overwhelming.
As I drift past my mum, I hear something that shocks me.
"If he hadn't have got in the car with that idiot-" she points to Phil, who is shouting up at Lexi to come downstairs-"this wouldn't have happened. It's all Phil's fault" my face contorts, and I get so angry.
"IT'S NOT PHILS FUCKING FAULT!" I scream, knowing full well she can't hear me. Then I go out to the end of the garden. I go up into Alexa's old treehouse den, not that it matters where I go. I can make out the faint sound of footsteps down the stairs, and Lexis voice saying these words:
"what's not Phil's fault?" This causes me to cough and fall out of the treehouse, just floating in the air. I can feel my eyes widen, and my mouth drop. I'm sure if anyone could see me, they would laugh, because I'm sure I look like a cartoon. She heard me? She heard me shout at my mum? What if she can see me too? As she walks into the garden, I shoot into the treehouse. It's not until I see the top of her head that I realise that she's coming up here too. I get myself out into the air above the lawn, hiding behind the wooden wall. I peer through the window to see she's sat down, facing away from me, so I'm not scared to stay floating just outside the window. She lets out a long sigh, and rests her head on her knees.
"I wish you would come back, Chris" she whispers.
"Me too" I say back. This causes her to gasp and whip her head round. I get around the other side of the treehouse just in time. Well done, Chris. It took you less than a minute to forget that she can fucking hear you!
"Who was that?" She says loudly, her voice wavering.
"Dan, you're not funny" she chuckles, but I can hear that she's on the verge of panicking.
"If I show you who I am, I want you to /promise/ me that you won't scream, okay? Promise?" I ask, disguising my voice slightly.
"You're scaring me" she says cautiously.
"Promise?" I ask again. She sighs worriedly.
"Promise" she repeats. I float slowly up to the window. As soon as she sees me, she opens her mouth to scream.
"Don't you dare, you promised!" I point at her sternly. She closes her mouth, before opening it again to say something. Then she closes it again. I try not to laugh, she looks like a fish. She opens it one more time, before bursting into tears. She crumples to the floor, her head falling into her hands while she cries and cries, ugly sobs coming from her mouth. I wish I could pull her into a hug, but I can't.
"Shh, shush. Come on, hon. Don't cry" I say in my most soothing voice. She calms down slowly.
"I just- I don't- I don't understand. How are you here?" She reaches out her hand to touch me, but her hand just goes straight through me. She gasps and retracts her hand. She stands up and backs into the door way. Then she turns around a clambers down the ladder and runs inside. I follow her.
"Stop following me! Get away!" She shouts, causing everyone to look at her.
"Leave me alone! Please! Go away!" This time she screams at me, crying too. Everyone stares at her, Phil trying to calm her down.
"Love, who are you talking to?" He asks, concern filling his every feature. She points in my direction.
"It's Chris! He's following me!" Everyone looks at me, and PJ makes a strange noise, which sounds like a pained cry.
"Lexi, babe. I think you need to go to bed. We've had a long day. Everyone is going now anyway, aren't you?" My mum, dad, brother, aunties, uncles, cousins, everyone stands up and leaves. Not before giving Lexi a pitiful look though. She's still crying, but I won't go near her in case se screams again. My mum shoots Phil a glare but he's too distracted to notice.
Once most people have left, Lexi goes upstairs, with Phil and Dan following close behind. She goes into her room, and I hear Dan talking.
"PJ is staying on the sofa tonight and Alex and Carrie are in the spare room. As you know, Dan is in my room. Now is everything alright? Do you want to talk?" I don't hear a response but since they are on their way back downstairs I can only assume she said no. They join Carrie, Alex and PJ on the sofa. Dan let's out a long sigh.
"I don't understand, I didn't think she was very close to Chris" Phil says.
"They were really close! Whenever we used to babysit, they would spend the evening together, and they had all these inside jokes that I didn't understand" PJ responded. Phil looked up at Dan, who had sat down on the sofa right up close to him. He shuffled away a little bit.
"I'm worried about her though. It may just be my paranoia causing me to say this, but could this be the start of a bit of schizophrenia? Should we get her to a therapist before it's too late?" Dan squeezes Phil's knee in a re-assuring way. He looks up to acknowledge this friendly gesture, but holds Dans gaze for slightly too long. He looks away quickly, but I can see the pain in his eyes. He is still in love with Dan.
I need to do something about this. And there's only one person who can help.
I float upstairs and into Lexi's room. She's laid flat on her bed, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. She looks like she should be in an asylum of some kind. When she spots me, she opens her mouth.
"Get out! Please don't hurt me!" She screams At the top of her voice. four sets of feet come running up the stairs and the door is flung open.
"What's up? What is it?" Phil panics, and Dan rubs his back. He steps away from Dans hand.
"He's back! He won't leave me alone! Make him go away, dad! Please!"
"I can't!" Three sets of voices say. The all look at each other, trying to work out which dad she meant, but don't say anything.
"please! He's going to hurt me! Make him go away! I want him to go away! He's following me!" She screeches. Carrie sits on the bed beside her, and rubs her back.
"Get off me! You're no mother to me!" She shouts. Then she gets up, puts some shoes on and runs out the house. Everyone calls after her, telling her she'll be in trouble when she gets back, shouting at her to come back, but it's useless. I try and go after her but she cries as runs away.
"Please! Stop! I won't hurt you! I'm the same Chris I was before I died, except now only you can see me! Please?" She carries on running.
"It's 10:30 at night, do you really think its safe to be funning around at your age?" I shout. She stops running.
"If I go back, will you LEAVE ME ALONE?!"
"Who are you shouting at?" I turn around and see Phil looking directly at me. But he's not looking at me. He's looking at Lexi. She rubs around me and straight into Phils arms.
"Make him leave me alone, dad please" she sobs into his chest. His face goes tight at the word 'dad'.
"I can't baby, I wish I could. Lets go home" he lifts her up, and she holds on to him like a monkey, sobbing into his shoulder. I just want to talk to her, but I can't even do that without scaring her. It's kind of distressing.