Amazingly, it seems that even being drunk can be boring after 100 or so years, so you decide to sober up. (Mercifully, this being heaven, there are no such things as hangovers.) Just when you are thinking that the afterlife can't get any more tedious, you are joined at your table by a lady called Imogene and her electric poodle. She proceeds to tell you, (over the course of several millenia) about how she was 'killed alive' by poisoned noodles. You begin to cry, huge tears of boredom plopping like raindrops into your cheap champagne. Will you apply for reincarnation, or ask for a transfer to 'the other place?'