Listening in, my grandmother’s spirit wonders why I do not continue. “The girl believes in nothing. Worse than when Catholic,” she says. But her concern will last for only 49 days. Later tonight, she will discover her gravesite and learn that she is no longer of this world, and grieve. When her mourning passes and she has died for 49 days, she will stand in line with all the other souls, where, depending, she will be met by Buddha or Jesus.