According to your paperwork,
You should have died months ago according to the Department of Final Departures.
There has been a perfectly reasonable administrative error according to your assigned grim reaper.
Someone is lying according to seventeen falsified documents hidden underneath his desk.
Morrow would just like to reassure you that everything is under control.
Unfortunately, his boss has scheduled an inspection, your hourglass has begun spilling black sand and the Department has never been known to be very lenient with staff who fall in love with their assignments.
Take a deep breath. Your continued existence is being considered.