Folksburywoods

“Welcome, we weren’t expecting you so soon, but things do have a way of changing, don’t they?” said the figure.

“What’s that? You were expecting something grander,” the Reaper said.

I need to review your credentials before I unlock the door and let you in. “Hmm, yes, ah, oh my. Yes, oh, that can’t be right. Oh dear, there seems to be a problem,” said Death.

“It appears you’re not qualified to enter this door. I’m sorry to disappoint you,” said the Reaper. “I’m sure the staff will work it out at the other place.”

“What’s that? You say you followed the good book and were promised a spot in Heaven?” remarked Death.

“My dear Mr. Smith, this is not Heaven; they’ll let any street rat in. We have much more discerning tastes. Why do you think everyone is dying to get into Hell?” remarked Death.

“It is a shame you can’t come in. Tonight is two fers, and Aphrodite is planning to pole dance. A word of advice: don’t play shuffleboard with God; he cheats,” said Death with a wry smile.