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Steward was young, with a lot of promise. He had taken the job he was named after to pay for college when he was alive, being a perfect fit for it as a natural people pleaser.
His boss, Hellen, was nice enough, and so were his coworkers, the worst thing they did was being unable to remember his name.
What really made life terrible were the customers.
Constant requests. Carry this! Do that! On and on and on, every time he clocked in. Steward often said he felt like he was dying when asked how he was doing, to the point that it became known as his go-to analogy for stress.
Unfortunately, on a particularly bad day, he'd meant it. Of course, no one noticed until a customer's luggage was taking unreasonably long. Hellen had gone to check on what the holdup was, only to find him dropped dead. Overcaffination and stress had stopped his heart then and there.
What she didn't see, however, was Steward's ghost, mourning his own death.
He had so much potential, now, in the afterlife, he's stuck working his dead-end job. Steward often jokes about the gig being hell.
The others don't know he's not joking.