Throwing a Skeleton a Bone

The first thing I noticed after dying was that I couldn't sigh. IF that wasn't bad enough, now I have a gothic beauty telling me to keep a secret. My name is Jack White. I was never much outside of death and if I'm being honest, in death I'm not much better. Ash, some kind of gothic wonder girl, has tasked me with growing stronger all while I avoid the self titled "Mistress". She's a real looker, that one. Kind of Like a melted Barbie that thinks she's model of the year. Join me on my adventure through death trying not to redie. My story consists of dark humor, horrible jokes, LitRPG elements, and SOME tasteful lewd jokes. I'm just a horny skeleton who never gets the girl with a random floating, flaming skull headed best friend that may or may not want to eat me.