I try to pick up a s'mores to eat it, and am dismayed when my wispy fingers go right through the gooey treat. I start to cry at the loss of my corporeal form, but I think of something that makes a smile come to my face through the tears.
You did good, kid, you did good, I think. You may be dead, but in your death the truth will be shown. That truth, that Jane is unequivocally the most obvious choice to lynch next, means that in my death, at least some of my compatriots may live.
They just have to do the right thing, the obviously right thing, I think. As long as they can do that my death will have meaning, and we can finally be a step closer to beating these ignorant, slutty monsters once and for all.
Oh yes. I may be dead, but all is not lost yet.