After I die, I wanna spawn back into a mall of some sort. I'd be 16 to 20 years old, working in retail or fast food or wherever else young people used to work before the jeetpocalypse. All of my coworkers would be teenagers like me, and we'd lament together about how shitty our boss is, how retarded the customers are, the whole shabang. We'd go outside and smoke cigarettes during break, and after work we'd get drunk in completely random places. Occasionally one of us would score some weed, and we'd all gather up at someone's place to get high. One day someone would get a bad tattoo, or break up with their bf/gf, or get fucked over by their parents, and we'd all be there to cheer them up. And it would never end, and I would never even have to think about being a bald 45 year old with a fat wife and a shitty desk job