...Oh god. I knew it. This is it. I'm dead. I'm actually motherfucking stone-cold dead. This is the pearly gates, isn't it? God oh man oh man, I should've just gone with my gut about it. There's no way I'd be on a beach with all these people who are way too goddamned happy without it being some kind of post-death Utopian limbo. I'm probably lying out on a mortuary somewhere waiting to get cut open and oh god what if no one's even found me yet? What if I just ended up on a bench or in an alley somewhere like a fat sack of prunes? Do I even get a last meal or do I get to say goodbye to Mimi or the old guy or anybody? Who's gonna take care of my shop and what if people steal all my shit? I'm probably just lying in a ditch somewhere or getting mugged by some douchebags and-

[Excuse him. He needs a moment.]