A pill bottle be knocked off a a table, 'n ye have t' pillage it back within the reach a the man in the throes a what appears t' be the thrashing precursor t' a heart attack. It would be easy t' pick it up 'n walk it over t' his desk, except ye don't have any legs. Or hands. Because ye're dead. Luckily, ye've been given the mysterious power t' inhabit 'n manipulate inanimate objects. 'n so what would be easy for a living person, but impossible for, ye know, a corpse, becomes merely ridiculous, as ye jump from decorative armor t' curtain rod t' urn, tweaking every variable t' create the perfect chain reaction in order t' pillage that pill bottle where it needs t' be.

that be Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective. It turns fetching a bottle into just as heroic an effort as preventing a hitman from reaching his target. 'n I don't think I've had a better time doing either elsewhere.