King Leon watched as his wife knelt over the bed, weeping softly into the chest of the dead man lying in it. He longed to reach out to her, to comfort her in her hour of need. There was just one problem. He was the dead man she was weeping over.
"Am I a ghost?" Leon asked to no one in particular.
"Yes, you are," a voice answered, startling Leon. He turned around to see a small woman, barely as tall as his hand was long. She had bright blond hair done up in pigtails and a lengthy flowing robe.
"Who are you?" Leon asked.
"Well, remember that witch you had executed a few years ago?" the small woman asked in reply.
"No, I've had many witches executed," Leon pointed out.
"Yeah, I noticed. Basically, I'm the fairy godmother of one of them," the woman said.
"Wait, what? Why are you here?" Leon asked.
"She cursed you, and I'm here to make it happen," the woman said, shrugging.
"She's the reason I'm a ghost?" Leon asked.
"What? No. No, she was much more specific than just 'make him a ghost.' No, here's the deal." the woman said, sitting down on the edge of Leon's bed, next to his corpse, "You aren't allowed to die. Instead, you're going to keep coming back through various alternate realities, where you'll be taking the place of the you from those realities. I'll be hand picking those realities to make sure they're suitably punishing."
"Surely there's some way to convince you not to do this," Leon pleaded.
"Nope," the woman said with a wave of her hand. Just like that, Leon was whisked away to another world, leaving his wife alone. The only question was, what was he in this other world?