Sandy thinks that being jealous of a dead girl is the saddest thing that has ever happened to her. It is the saddest most pathetic feeling in the world. She's dead. She has almost always been dead. But the what-ifs of her potential continue to haunt Sandy, and how can she win against someone who could have theoretically always been better than her. And because she's dead she'll always be better, because a dead girl can't make the mistakes that Sandy has.