I am dead, and I can no longer find my way home. Initially, I was laid to rest in the plot I picked and paid for in my younger years. While life would have been preferable, at least I ended up in a place of my choosing.
The city decided to move the plots to make way for new buildings, and then did it twice more, moving us to a place far from our original resting spot.
I now wander alone, lost and unable to find my way across the water where my family lives. They no longer visit me.
Poor ghosts...