"Yeah," George said, running a hand through her hair. "That kind of dead. Dead-dead."
She wasn't sure if it was better to talk, or wait for him to process more? But he mentioned about her looking good, for being dead, so maybe she should explain about, uh, not being a zombie. Maybe.
"Most people ... they, uh. They die, and then their soul gets taken to see their lights, and they move on to what's next. And some people die and don't get the lights, because they have to wait around showing other people their lights. It's like the worst job ever, you don't get a say in it, everybody blames you, and you don't even get paid for it. And if you try to save somebody, it screws up the cosmic order, and you just have to fucking deal with it, and ... um ... then you fucking ... announce shit in a coffee shop and ... um ... ruin dates."
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Date: 2011-11-06 01:43 am (UTC)She wasn't sure if it was better to talk, or wait for him to process more? But he mentioned about her looking good, for being dead, so maybe she should explain about, uh, not being a zombie. Maybe.
"Most people ... they, uh. They die, and then their soul gets taken to see their lights, and they move on to what's next. And some people die and don't get the lights, because they have to wait around showing other people their lights. It's like the worst job ever, you don't get a say in it, everybody blames you, and you don't even get paid for it. And if you try to save somebody, it screws up the cosmic order, and you just have to fucking deal with it, and ... um ... then you fucking ... announce shit in a coffee shop and ... um ... ruin dates."
... Good. That probably helped, George. A lot.