Entheo
Entheo merely smiled, closing his eyes as if to recount something special. "When a man creeps close to death, something special happens. In the moment just before death grips them, their emotions, their memories, their very will to live rises. In that moment, a person can often see who they really are. Thats what I like to think at least. When death comes and you look back at your life, will you be happy with what you accomplished? Helping people come to terms with the answer to that question is what gives my life fire."
Entheo paused. "But its not like i'm some death therapist. My job is strictly to help people pass on to the next life and support them in their purgatory life here as ghosts. But when I think back on the things that make me happy, its that part of the job."
"There is also my friends, the spirits that protect and keep me company. The only time i've ever been alone was before my spiritual awareness awakened, and for that I am forever grateful."
Entheo finally let the pizza enter his mouth. "I could go on," he said after swallowing. "But I don't want to talk your ear off. I'm happy your not suicidal and all, but I mean are you really just some monk girl who enjoys breathing and existing?"