“I need to get back to my bachelorette party,” the woman with the curly black hair complained.
“Sweetie, like I said, you’re dead,” Nakia confirmed with an eye roll, from behind the tall desk.
“I’m marrying the man of my dreams in twenty-nine hours,” she cried, “I can’t be dead.”
“Here’s some literature about the afterlife. We have group counseling Tuesdays and Thursdays,” Nakia replied, dropping a brochure in front of the crying woman, “They have snacks.”
“How can you be so cold,” the woman cried.
“Honey it’s a job,” Nakia replied, “We all gotta do something with our afterlife.”
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