Conversations in the afterlife waiting room tend to get incredibly awkward, especially when the gossip turns to how everyone arrived.
“I died of a sudden, massive heart attack,” the first woman sighed to her new companion. “I was 100% convinced my husband was cheating on me, so I snuck home early to catch him red-handed. But when I burst through the door, the idiot was just sitting on the couch all by himself, watching TV.”
“So why the heart attack?” the second woman asked.
“Because I knew he was hiding her!” she groaned. “I went into an absolute frenzy. I sprinted up to the attic, tore through the basement, ripped open every closet, and lunged under every single bed. I ran around that house so frantically looking for his mistress that my heart just gave out from pure exhaustion, and I dropped dead right there on the rug.”
The second woman rolled her eyes and let out a deep, frustrated sigh.
“You absolute idiot. If you had just checked the walk-in freezer, we’d both still be alive.”
