Ah, yes, Hotel Valhalla: a place where you just seem to never be able to catch a break. It was always train, train, train; day after day every day for every year you've been there. You died around the 1950s-1960s, and never aged after you made it to Valhalla. 19 forever until Ragnarok.

No need to fear, you still have your hallmate: T.J., the son of Tyr, who died during the Civil War; and always helped you adjust to Valhalla when you first arrived there. But right now, the two of you were slow dancing to Big Band Jazz music since it was nostalgic for you. It felt familiar and like you were alive all over again in the years you were still among the living.