A derailing of cannon as we know it. Waking up and finding himself dead wasn't fun, finding out that he could barely remember his own name to say the least of his past life, even more so. Finding himself almost killed moments afterward and that "Heaven" was as shitty if not more so than the human world? Well, that was an entirely different can of worms. ... What the hell? You need money to live in the afterlife?! The terrible clutches of Capitalism even reached here?! I'm already dead so why am I constantly hungry, what gives, God? And what's with these weirdo Samurais? Zanpakuto? Kido? And-... is that a Talking Cat...? Sure, why not? If Soul Society was real then why not fricking talking cats of all things? I can't believe I went to college just to die and end up joining the army to survive anyways... Wait... wtf is "College"..? God, I hope my memories start making sense soon. Oh well, at least I won't be a bum after I become a Shinigami, and I get a cool bigass sword! I mean, I only have to risk my life and very soul fighting hollows, what could possibly go wrong, haha oh shit...