“The spade can be used to scratch out a doorway to the afterlife, or rather its waiting room. Between our world and the Gray Plains of the Unmade lies the Nethercroft. It’s an interesting spot. There, each soul is given a sort of gallery of memory to populate as they see fit. The exhibits that inhabit the Nethercroft showrooms are called ‘haunts’: staged recreations of the most important moments from an individual’s life—the sort of stuff that flits through your head when you die.”
