Being dead wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
Hell wasn't as bad as they said.
Heaven wasn't as good.
And who the hell predicted that you could just go from one to the other like walking down to the trashy 7-11 on the corner.
Though the 7-11 has way better beer.
Edie flopped back on the worn couch, looking through her lowered lashes as those meandering around her parts. A hodge podge of mediocrity if she'd ever seen one.
Maybe this really was just hell. Maybe hell wasn't something that seemed awful at first, but just the eternity of boring weighing you down day after day for all eternity. Like some fucked up Twilight Zone episode you could never really get out of.
Shit, this was getting to heavy. Pushing herself up, she dusted off her butt, before calling out to whomever was near that she was going for a walk. She doubted they cared much, but it just felt weird not to let someone know.