“I’m dead?” Marvin said when he saw his obituary in the morning paper. Then he chortled. “Dead men don’t pay taxes. Sweet!”
Marvin went to the bank. The tellers ignored him.
A man near Marvin said, “Welcome.”
“Where am I?”
“Hell.”
“Where are the demons?”
“In you. You’ll always be hungry and thirsty. You will roam forever among the living. No one will ever see, hear or touch you. You will ache for the sound of a human voice, the touch of a human hand.”
“I hear and see you.”
“I’m just the greeter,” the man said then he vanished.
Marvin went to the bank. The tellers ignored him.
A man near Marvin said, “Welcome.”
“Where am I?”
“Hell.”
“Where are the demons?”
“In you. You’ll always be hungry and thirsty. You will roam forever among the living. No one will ever see, hear or touch you. You will ache for the sound of a human voice, the touch of a human hand.”
“I hear and see you.”
“I’m just the greeter,” the man said then he vanished.
