So yea, I died maybe 15 minutes ago. Walked across the street got hit by a bus… Yea, wasn’t that bad. I have been feeling around this tunnel for like 10 full minutes, apparently the lights been turned off due to budget cuts. Oh wait I think this is a door.
“Welcome To Purgatory!” said a voice.
It looked like a doctors waiting room. Ugh they even have “Wake Up With Wendy!” on the T.V, they should really get some new channels.
“number 1,923,403,374,3738,372,379,736,251.” said a guy at a podium.
“That’s me!” a woman said standing up.
“Well your going to heaven… sign here…. and here… and initial here…. Ok step into the elevator press up and your there, have a good time.” said the man.
I looked down to find I was wearing a white tee-shirt with a number that wrapped around it. Way to long to recite.
I sat next to a man, and asked.
“What are you here for?”
“I pulled the tag off my mattress.”
“Oh.”
“Joe Vear?” asked the man.
“Yes.” I said.