I don’t think I’m dead, but hell if I know. An aneurysm or whatever can sneak up like that, [He snaps his fingers.] Wouldn’t even see it coming. Maybe we all suddenly died and you’re the only one unlucky enough to remember it.

[He feels strangely calm with that idea. He even wonders for a moment if it’s been the morning before coming here that was the dream, that maybe he really did blow his brains out last night. If this is the afterlife, he has some people he needs to give a piece of his mind and then hug.]

But I’m guessing the rules don’t apply here, so you might be dead, I might be alive, none of it really matters anymore.