You Died

Your dead. How you ask? I don't know. I wasn't there. I mean, just make something up. I mean who cares really your dead. Not like I can do anything about it, or you for that matter. (Clears throat) Enough about how you died. Your dead so get over it. Now back to the main topic at hand. Congratulations on making it to the afterlife. (Trying to contain laughter) Sorry, sorry. I was just remembering how you died. No I am not going to tell you. Your losing focus. Back to the matter at hand. Where was I? Oh yes congratulations on making it to the afterlife, or so you thought. I mean come on who wants to be here. The place is so dead on Friday nights. So here's the deal. You have two options. A: Stay here dead pondering how you died for all eternity. B: I can send you someplace really cool. I will even let you choose the specifics as to what the world is like. Hows that for an awesome bonus? Oh you like being dead now? Pretty killer if you ask me. Now to the formalities. Just sign these 13237 forms on the dotted line, and your on your way. What are these forms you ask? Oh just some legal mumbo jumbo about lost souls, ceasing to exist, and other nonsense like that that rarely happens mostly. Ah what are you worried about your dead. What could possibly go wrong. Now sign and lets get your dream world ready for you.