Ghosterific

I watched The Others last night. It's a great movie. If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend that you do (and stop reading this post, since I'm about to spoil it). It holds up very well even after multiple viewings, even after several years have passed. Innovative, beautifully executed, very entertaining.

But here's the thing. Assuming we accept the premise of the movie as true, what are the implications? You really have to feel bad for people who die in very old houses. Eventually the place would get so crowded with generation after generation of ghosts, they'd be packed in like sardines.

Unless we assume that sometimes the different eras of ghosts don't see each other, the same way sometimes they don't see the living inhabitants.

Okay, fine, but what about people who die away from home? I mean, sucks to be them. Everyone else in their family gets to stay in the house, but this person has to wander around? I guess maybe they are able to find their way home eventually, but they don't appear bound there like anyone else.

Or what if you moved after your family had died in one house, so they're spending eternity in Boston and there you sit in L.A.? What a bummer.

Speaking of bummers, can you imagine anything worse than dying as a servant and apparently being consigned to spending your afterlife as a servant – and not just to the people you served in life, but to any other random ghost who happens to take up residence with you? What the hell is that all about?

Also, what happens if your house is torn down after you die? Suddenly you're a homeless ghost? Where are you supposed to go? Can you move into someone else's house? Do you just have to live in the spot where your house was? What if they build a 7-11 in its place? Do you have to live in the 7-11? And if you live in the 7-11, do you get to eat 7-11 food? Where did all that food they were eating come from anyway?

Y'all, these are the burning questions that plague me every moment of my life.