Kinda like a telephone call...

"It's the quality of last night's experience – not what it proves but what it was – that makes it worth putting down. It was quite incredibly unemotional: just the impression of her mind momentarily facing my own. Mind, not soul as we tend to think of soul. Certainly the reverse of what is called soulful. Not at all like a rapturous re-union of lovers. More like getting a telephone call or a wire from her about some practical arrangement. Not that there was any message – just intelligence and attention. No sense of joy or sorrow. No love, in our ordinary sense. No unlove. I had never in any mood imagined the dead is being so – well, so business-like. Yet there was an extreme and cheerful intimacy. An intimacy that had not passed through the senses or the emotions at all.
If this was a throw-up from my unconscious, then my unconscious must be a far more interesting the region region then the depth psychologists have led me to expect. For one thing, it is apparently much less primitive than my consciousness." --C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed