I once sold a kid in high school a signed piece of paper that said "my soul" on it for $5. Apparently this kid was credulous enough not only believe in souls, but also to believe that these souls can be transferred into pieces of paper. Man, people can be gullible.

Spirits and ghosts and souls and crap like that are not real, people. All my thoughts and emotions and memories are stored in this thing called my brain which, when I die, is going to stop working and decompose like the rest of my body. I don't get to live forever and neither do you. It's nothing more than wishful thinking; there is no mechanism by which the information stored in my neurons could possibly outlive my physical body. Once my sense organs stop working and the meat computer in my skull shuts down, that's it, game over. All the more reason to love this life while I still have it.

But if some superstitious person doesn't believe me and wants to pay some money for me to write "my soul" on a piece of paper, I'd be glad to sell that to them. I can always use an extra few bucks. Caveat emptor.