Aaron, Mel, and I stared into the makeshift grave in Emma Marx’s backyard.“Who do you think it is?” Mel asked.“From the looks of him, he’s not been there long,” Aaron said.“Come on, Benny boy, come here!” The ghost-dog was still in the hole in the ground with the body, and it was freaking me out. The man lay there, face up, covered with only a thin layer of dirt. Contrary to what people think, unless you’re asleep or your eyes are already closed, they don’t automatically close when you die. If they’re open, they stay open. This guy’s eyes were wide open when he took his last breath.