You died by stray golfball. A day later, you were brought b̸̭͎̈́a̶̻̅͒̓͜c̵̹͍̗̃͋k̵̨̫̬̆̈ ̶̥̒t̷͔̟̅̈́͝o̵̗͎̐̂̆ ̷̩̥̃̈͝l̶̳̳͐̆͠i̵̱͆͜͝f̸̺͚̀è̷̱̬͕ ̸̰̘̖̄b̴̘̥̣̐y̷̬̰͍̎̑ ̶̼̥̪̊Ḁ̵̥͔͐ĺ̵̤̲̦̃l̸͙̍̄̎ǐ̴̯ä̴̘́̐̈́n̸̻͕͌ͅc̷̲̺̀͒͆ȇ̸̜̀ ̵̢̨̄̾͂͜n̴͎͗e̴͉͒ć̸̝̯͚r̶̖͔̒̉ò̴͉͘-̶͚̈̃̀s̴̞̔̈́̚c̴͕͓͇̑̎i̵̬̳̅e̵̛̺̔̕n̶͇̍̊t̷͎̀̑͊i̴̲̋͒̌s̷͕͚̓̋͠t̷̪̟͇̏s̸̙͆, only it wasn't just you that came back. You are now part undead, part n̶̥͌͝a̴̘͠ñ̷̩o̵͕̤͖͛b̸͖̰̌̿́o̶̝̼̠̾́̌t̵̯̙͛̾. You have no regrets o̴̯̟̚v̸̜̎ẽ̴͈̋̌r̵̢̗͍̈̔ ̵͓͗k̶͓̋̕ì̶̖̊l̴̫̬̼͊͠l̴̥̞̞͝i̵̘͍̠̊̾n̶̟̬͉̓͒g̴̤̥͑ ̸͔̓͂ẗ̵̬̲́h̶̗̭̅͗e̸͎̗̞̅̋̀ scientists who did this to you. The Empire of Stars once found you deep in meditation and, t̴̥̲͑̅h̶̛̘̠̮̅̿ḯ̸͖̏n̶͈̭̎̍̇k̶̲̭̋̏͆ì̶̢̱̇̚ͅn̵͍̝̒͊͌g̴̰̫͂̅ you were dead, decided to bury you in a shallow grave.