Vern Schillinger & Chris Keller
“Well, this is bullshit,” said Vern as Chris sauntered into the room. “Finally got to spend some time with my boys and here you are ruining it for me.”
“By all means, go ahead. Nice to see you again, Andrew,” Chris called out.
“Boys, leave us alone for a minute,” Vern ordered his sons, who filed out, eyeing Keller warily. Vern turned to Chris. “Why'd they let you in here?”
“Where do you think you are?”
“Heaven.”
Chris cracked a smile. “If it was Heaven, would I be here?”
“No. So, fuck off.”
“What would the angels think of you cursing?”
“There aren't any angels here.”
“That doesn't sound like any Heaven I've heard about.”
“Are you even dead?”
“Very much so.”
“How?”
“Our dear Toby knocked me over the railing. Down I went.”
“I don't believe it.”
“It's true.”
“Nah. You're like a cat.”
“I didn't land on my feet if that's what you're implying.”
“You have nine lives. This might just be some kind of hallucination.”
“I'm telling you, it's Hell.”
“If Beecher shows up here, I'll believe you.”