Any problems, you just call the Gene Genie.

"You can't come back from being dead. Dead is just dead. The end. Sorry, you lose the game. They lower you into the ground and all that's left is a marble slab with your name on it and the people you left behind." She'd been there, the day they lowered the casket. Her and Evan, his hand on her shoulder. Heaven forbid her dad bothered to fly across the ocean to be there.

She still visited once a week, though she only brought flowers on holidays.