Dreadfully Sorry

“I’m dreadfully sorry you seem to have made a mistake,” said Mr. Death.

“Yes, this is the stairway to Hell. But, as I said to you earlier, I believe that you are mistaking it for another stairway,” Death insisted.

The monster insisted he was on the correct stairway. He argued that Death should allow him to pass.

“You say your spouse told you to come here?” questioned Death.

“Oh, I understand now. Look, she was upset with you and, in her anger, told you to go to Hell,” explained Death.

“Well, normally we don’t accept non-humanoids,” said Death. “But since you are willing to help out, I suppose I can make an exception.”

“Don’t mention it, really don’t. Say you’re here to fix the WiFi. Then find a quiet corner to hide until I work this out,” instructed Death.

“Yes, I’m sure you will enjoy it. See you soon,” Death told the monster as he climbed the stairs.

“Well, that’s something you don’t see every day,” muttered Death. “A monster wanting to enter Hell rather than clean a casserole pan for his spouse.”

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