I honestly couldn’t decide which was more frustrating, his snide remarks or that stupid smiley face.

I busted up laughing. I felt bad, but it was such a funny thing to suggest. Everything felt so odd and surreal. Here I was, negotiating with Satan in Hell and he was talking to me like a used car salesman.

I suppose you’ll want a description of what it’s like to die. If I must, I will make this be, but you mustn’t ask me for such things later on when my tale gets thick and confusing.