r̸̨̢̪͙͇̝̲̪͙̘̮͓͈͔̉̽́̑̽̐͆̑͛̈̑̾̇̚̕͜ ̵̡̢̫͖̫̝̻̺̪͔͈̾̔̔͌́͆̀̈́̊̆̾́̕ȩ̷̧̰̹̞̟̤̮̰̹͓̦̱̱̌͜ ̴̢̘̝̝̘̯̤̰̳̮̼͈̲̀̋͂͑̑̊͋̆͆͊ǐ̶̢̟̯̯̥̼̝̝̠̟̥̟͙̾͊͐̔͂̓̎̚ ̵̡̻͍̣̼͉̫̝͕͕̪͓̝̟͋̀̈́͋̀͌̐n̴̢̠̙̟͎̫̬͓̥̦̻̔̇͒̅̆͛̍̂̏̏͆͠ͅ ̷̫̩̮͙̜̯̤͇̫̘͈̋̐͊c̸̨̛̻̼͙̪͓͇̘̯̏̍̓͛̎̿̕͝ ̷̹̲̯̲͎̼͉̟̫̰̘̭̔̌̒̎̓͗̆͘̕͜ạ̵̛̛̹̻̋̍͆̋̑̍͊́̐͘͜ ̴̧̥̠̦̳̠̳̩̩͕͍͈̖̦̌̓̅̀́̃r̸̡̧̛̩̺̲̤̼̲͕̻̣͚̬̄͜ ̸̡̛̛͎̻͓͖͂͛̈́̄͋̀̑̍͐̆͆̈́͝n̸͔̳̹̖̘͚̝̱͋́͜ͅͅ ̵̝̠͓̹͎̥̘͙̥̟͔̊͂̓͗̀͗̿̇̆̓ạ̵̭͗̈́̿̓̾̇̉͝ ̷̡̡͍͈̻͖̳̖̜͎͉̝̺͓̉̾̔̋͜͝͠ţ̵̧͚̦̲̬͙̟̼̬̤̠̬͇̝̔̆̓̍͆̀́̈̚͠ ̵̢͖͍̩̩̠̻̟̠̮͌͗̈̕ī̷̡̧̳̬̺̹͘͘͝ ̵̧̬̮͕̫̦̦̙̻̠̺͉͉͕̉̈̄̽͊͐̽̾̾̽̽̚o̷̧̨̖̺͎̟͙͈̭̦̎́̃͗̑̑͛̽̈́̓̓͆͌͊̅ ̷͈̳͖͈̠̞̥̖̥̫͕͚͔̃̾͜ͅn̴͈̟̰̬̦̳̫͈̹̘͗͒̊͜͝ II

 

So the truth about this generation, this century is that this is both an afterlife and an aftermath of self preservation of the souls of the 1900s. It depends on how you self preserved and how you came back, although the more baby faced you are, the more it was dependent on your family. Or something.