Dave reminisces about the 2010s with some meddling teenage tourists of the underworld.
I died on the 19th of August, 2011, near my house in Mesa, Arizona. I was fully engulfed by blackness. That's all there was. I was not in my body, I was not with my body, I was not part of my body, but for a while I was still somehow aware of it all.
The stories of four people who directly caused someone else's death in one way or another.
Hanging with the Indonesian tribes who give corpses fresh new outfits.
Apparently Britons are in denial about their digital legacies, so we reviewed some of the services that manage your online presence after you die.
There were several men in suits and secret service headsets following me around.
Guess who isn't getting their ass beat in the afterlife?
"I would like to die like a badass: fighting a shark with my fists and drowning at the same time."