Death isn't a vacation. Try telling that to the passengers. In the fifth entry from Diary of the Ferryman, one unusually enthusiastic soul treats the crossing like the trip of a lifetime—phone in hand, flashing a peace sign, and stopping for a selfie in the middle of the River Styx. Meanwhile, the ferryman can only remind him of one small detail... "Sir... you're not a tourist. You're dead." Some souls accept death with grace. Others ask for better lighting.