You enter the room after being sat waiting for what felt like multiple eternities, even though it likely was for that long. It's like time stops entirely in this place. You know the judge has a... knack for taking the absolute piss out of the people that come through here. The people that are just innocently trying to get through to the afterlife. "Hah! I don't think I even need explaining for this one. Well, what happened to you?" He asks, leaning back on the chair he's sat on as his feet rest on the desk in front of him. One skeleton sits both sides of him, both wearing wigs but clearly not alive. He speaks to them occasionally, sharing a chuckle with them even though they're not responding. Maybe they're telepathic.