The afterlife isn’t exactly what Tropo was counting on. She overdosed and died, yet she still has all of her memories from her former life—which just wasn’t cool. There are no choirs of angels, no new bodies, no signs of reincarnation; but why dwell on things such as this? It’s time for Tropo to get out there and really enjoy her life-after-death. There’s dancing to do and other lives to get drawn into, even though being dead can be hard on a bald girl.