"I- I have no penny," I stuttered.
The ancient fingers curled, closing the hand as the ferryman turned away.
"Charon, wait!" I cried, "I have something better."
I stood on the bank of the River Acheron and waited while he made up his mind.
He turned and looked at the object in my hand. I think he smiled as he reached for the iPhone.
As I boarded the ferry to the Underworld, I wondered who he might call.
Then I heard the gravelly voice speak into the device, "Hello, Pizza?"