For clarity’s sake, it’s worth noting that Bevins isn’t actually lying on the kitchen floor when he says this. Though he thinks his physical form is waiting to be found, he exists in the Bardo, where he tells his tale. In this way, Saunders shows that Bevins is unwilling to admit his life has ended, instead reveling in the idea that he’ll be able to “go outside, into that beautiful world” and live with “gusto.” Adamant that his time on earth hasn’t yet come to a close, he romanticizes life itself, his appreciation for existence swelling even as he languishes in the Bardo.