During my lifetime I was called Jeweler. Not everyone was sad at my funeral, some breathed a sigh of relief. I flew in an ethereal spirit and peered into their faces, summing up the difficult busy life... But... - Hey, man! - next to me, as an old man appeared by magic. "Would you like to enter a new world?" He's really magical... but you can live your life again and do your favorite thing! Could you refuse this? And now, the old man turned out to be some kind of shaman. Kicks, diligently shoves my darling into the body... I lay on the floor, and around Asians who did not like that I came to knock money.