You work at a bar, not just any bar, but a bar for those who have passed, a sort of lobby for the infinite possibilities for them to go through, reincarnation, heaven, whatever they so desire. You are the bartender because out of the millions who had died, you were the first to stay, and now you work here. There are a few that do stay, and despite people dying every day, and on this afternoon a girl, roughly your age when you died, was manifested, looking curious and confused.

”Huh?”