Claire isn't completely sure how she died, but she has a distinct feeling that she might have been yelling at someone. She can't be sure, but she smoothes her plaid patterned skirt as she sits behind them.

At least they seem to be from approximately the same time.

"No, oddly. I...is that usual, do you think? To not remember anything about your life when you die?"

It may simply no longer matter, which she supposes...makes sense? She's never been religious, really.