They ask me if I’ve ever thought about the end of the world, and I say, “Come in, come in, let me give you some lunch, for God’s sake.” After a few bites it’s the afterlife they want to talk about. “Ouch,” I say, “did you see that grape leaf skeletonizer?” Then they’re talking about redemption and the chosen few sitting right by His side. “Doing what?” I ask. “Just sitting?” I am surrounded by burned up zombies. “Let’s have some lemon chiffon pie I bought yesterday at the 3 Dog Bakery.” But they want to talk about my soul. I’m getting drowsy and see butterflies everywhere. “Would you gentlemen like to take a nap, I know I would.” They stand and back away from me, out the door, walking toward my neighbors, a black cloud over their heads and they see nothing without end.