Though Joey would rather be haunting an abandoned lighthouse, he understands stories can bring you back from the brink of ruination, can help you find yourself, and can help you rediscover people you might have lost. He wonders about the untold stories he passes by throughout the day; he believes it’s both necessary and a goddamn pleasure to help them be told.
After his death, he would prefer his bones be donated. Preferably to a treehouse for dogs. Although, someone’s already called dibs on his skull.