"Oh hey, welcome to the afterlife. It's not good, but it's not torture," thumbs up. A beat. "I'm probably the worst welcoming committee, even worse than Pain and Panic," hey at least he is self aware?

"Yeah, and they're dumb. And I'm narcoleptic. And most of them can't handle that. But I promised Lydia I wouldn't give up complete and I'd keep my eyes open if anything fun comes up." He put the axe down and smacked a fist into his hand. "Like butcher!! Or griller!! Or setting forest fires!" What.