This one is probably brought to you by a lack of alcohol, which I typically use to take the bright, cutting edge off of my subconscious.
I am dead. It’s worse than I feared, no sensible dissipation into the nether from which I came. The nether which we all know we shall return to, regardless of our teachings of faith to the opposite. Further, I chose the wrong religion or perhaps the right one, but I wore blended fabrics, took the Lord’s name in vain or got some ink done. So hell for me it is!