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“It’s time to go home,” the voice says again, but this time, the blob is gone and a bright white light fills my view.
Oh shit. Is that the light?
The “you just kicked the bucket, and now it’s time to cross over to the other side” light?
Ah, fuck. I knew it! I knew this shit was going to go sideways!
Those damn nurses killed me, and I’ll never even get the chance to yell at them for it! It’s not like they’ll get punished. Bruce is way too cheap to hire a lawyer to initiate a medical malpractice lawsuit. Plus, there’s probably some fine print in that Groupon that prevents it.
“Here’s your phone and your belongings,” the voice says and sets a bag in my lap.
As if I need my phone now.
I mean, AT&T has always given me pretty great service, but I doubt their cellular networks are good enough that I’m able to browse Instagram in the afterlife.
“He’s going to be here any minute. You can just relax your eyes for a bit, okay?”
He? As in God? God is coming to get me now?
Who would’ve thought He even has the time to meet and greet every new arrival?
Consider me impressed.
Also, though, slightly panicked too. I know He created me, but I would prefer to meet Him when I’ve had time to put on some damn makeup or fix my hair.
But the fatigue that apparently comes with death keeps my ass firmly planted in whatever place it currently resides. So, I just let my eyes fall closed and wait for God to come pick me up.
Surely, he’ll understand that death by Groupon surgery isn’t the easiest to bounce back from.
Something vibrates in my hands, and I pry my eyes open to find a plastic bag in my lap and a cell phone flashing with something on the screen.
Whose phone is this?
Is this my phone?
Or, like, my heaven-allocated phone?
I inspect it with clumsy fingers, but eventually, I figure out it’s mine.
Is this like prison? I get one phone call or text message before God gets here?
I shrug and figure it’s worth a shot.
It takes a serious effort to see past the light—which, by the way, is even brighter than I imagined—and takes forever for me to unlock the damn thing. But once I do, I start scrolling through my missed text messages while a Neil Diamond revival concert starts to filter into my ears.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think I was alive and my dear old dad was playing DJ, but like the voice said, God is coming and momma is about to head to her final home.
When I tap to open the text message inbox, I find a few missed text messages from my mom and another one from Evan.
Man, they’re going to be so sad when they find out the news.
Evan: I hope you don’t lose too much blood today. LOL. But seriously, let me know how everything goes.
Looks like that rat bastard will be eating his words when he finds out I lost a death-worthy amount of blood…
I somehow manage to pull up my contacts and try to figure out who my last and final text message should go to.
I scroll through the list, but when I reach one name in particular, I stop.
Holy hot fudge, Milo Ives.
I want to fuck him. Well, wanted to fuck him.
This dead-ass virgin can’t fuck no more.
I wish I could’ve touched his penis, though.
I bet it’s a beautiful penis. Like a beautiful painting of a penis, but without the paint. Just the penis. The whole penis. Not just the tip of it.
If I’d known I was going to take my last breath in a dentist chair during a minor surgery, I wouldn’t have been such a chickenshit the other day at the shop.
I would’ve told him who I was, and then said something smooth like, “I got the feels for you, baby.”
Well, smooth but classy and sophisticated too.
Like, Shakespeare kind of words…
“Good day, dear sir gentleman. It is I, Maybe. Doth thou enjoying the day?”
Yes, something exactly like that for sure, but even gooder.
More gooder?
Betterer?
More better?
Meh. Tomato, tomahto.
These are my final words ever, and I majored in books. No doubt, I’ll come up with something grand.
Milo
My Tuesday started at the crack of dawn. After a lengthy interview with Rosemary, and an even lengthier phone call with my mother, I didn’t have the brain power left last night to prepare for the list of meetings I have today. But I couldn’t go into them unprepared, and thus, the necessity to be an early riser was born.
I’ve never seen a more hideous baby.
But despite the exhaustion and the insanity that is my busy-as-fuck day, I carve out time around ten a.m. to head to St. Luke’s Hospital to meet my cousin Emory’s brand-new baby girl—who I’m absolutely positive will be a whole lot prettier than her metaphorical relative.
