Stanley Pines wasn't surprised when he died. He hadn't be expecting how he died, certainly, but a crossbow bolt to the chest wasn't the worst way to go, and if his twin brother had wanted him dead that badly, well, he was only glad that Ford had gotten to him first. Stan wasn't, however, expecting to wake up. He doubly wasn't expecting to be a ghost... er... sort of.  Now perpetually trapped in his nerd of a brother's dust filled kitchen, with only the spiders, broken glass and a weird rock to keep him company. Stan has to find a way to get Ford to do the one thing he never would, even when they were kids, take care of himself.  Oh, and the universe keeps trying to get him to do math. Frick that.