For the March prompt at :
Fact: All life ends in death... but why should that stop writers? Write a short story where death ends in life.

I'm happy to be writing something with Frank again.
I'm happy to be writing again full stop actually.
Life has been hectic.

Disclaimer:
Frank is right, suicide is a bullshit thing to do kids. Never go there. Ever.
Also, the things in this piece never happened. I have not been prevented from killing myself by a dead boy. Although that would be pretty cool