Death is at our doorstep

Oops, meant "there"

 

Don't know.

It was the *sigh* that convinced me of Death's feminity, though.

 

Should be no need. There, everyone will post something

 

meaningful

 

Done and done and whoa!

The afterlife is not what you all think it is. There's elements in popular culture that are close to the mark and some that don't come close at all. Bill Wirtz may very well be in "hell", I don't know him so it's conceivable, but it's not "hell" in the terrible connotation mortals think of.

I leave it at that for now, but lets just say it's different from what most think.

As for posting, remember, I'm omniscent, I can do several different things at once. For example, I'm finger-banging Catherine The Great as we speak. She's even more insatiable in immortality than she was in life!

 

Outing alert: LifeAfterDeath is really Grigori Rasputin.

 

LAD, can you at least wave your spectral hand underneath my nose? I'd like a whiff of her greatness.

 

You're not far off, Dooley.

You don't want any part of that, unless you're into birth canal stench of borscht and Stoli. But take my word for it, if you can ignore the smell, the rest is divine. I don't know what Russian for skeezer is, but she's it.

 

It's true what they say, the sequel is never as good.

 

I'd like to congratulate Slappy on 20,000 posts. I've been given permission by the afterlife brass to give Slappy a helpful hint in avoiding his demise.

Your auto-erotic asphyxiation curiosity should best be ignored.

 

Preach on brother.

Death, you know where to find me. I'm checking out of this thread.

 

Oh Death, won't you spare me over 'til another year?