“Hmm, very interesting.” The man sitting across from me stroked his chin thoughtfully. I sat forward in my chair, hands clasped in my lap. His eyes continued to scan over my application. “You fancy yourself as a daredevil, eh?” he chuckled.
“Not really.” I struggled to contain the nervousness in my voice. “But, erm, y’know what they say…”
His eyes shifted from the paper to me, one eyebrow raised, a quizzical look on his face. “I’m afraid that I’m a little out of touch with what is said these days, or by whom, for that matter.”
“Oh, right, yeah.” I nodded, feeling a bit foolish. “The youth of today, I guess. They say ‘Yolo.'”
“Yolo?” His eyebrow somehow went higher.
“You only live once,” I informed him.
“Aha, quite!” He was clearly amused by that. “And how true they are!… Oh, my apologies.”
“For what?” It was my turn to look confused.
“Given the circumstances.”
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” I shrugged.
“Anyway.” he picked up a big rubber stamp and pressed it down firmly on my application. Approved, it read in large green letters. “He smiled at me, offering his hand to shake. “Welcome to the afterlife.”