I don’t remember much of my life. I stood at a sidewalk in front of someone’s house. How did I get here? A limo pulled up to the curb. The door opened. Inside were three women in football jerseys. They also had that black paint on their faces. What’s weird was that no one held open the door. “Come in”, the blonde one said to me. I stepped in because I might as well. I sat next to a brunette, and the vehicle moved. The other two sat on seats facing each other. A TV attached to the ceiling was just behind the front seats. It displayed a football game. “So, you see the game last night?”, asked the brunette. “No”, I said. “It was good.” “Who’s your team?”, asked the redhead. “I don’t have one.” “Ah, I see what you’re doing”, said the blonde, “You’re scared that you have a team we don’t like.”
The brunette looked at me and said, “Y’know, I have to ask, why do guys love riding on this?” “I dunno”, I said. “It’s for us women”, said the blonde, “Ghost Limo has the best ghost girls.” “You all are ghosts?”, I asked. “Yeah”, said the redhead. They all looked to the screen. “Oh, fumble!”, shouted the blonde.
The limo stopped. I looked outside to see a giant skyscraper in this suburbia. The door opened automatically. I got out and said, “Thank you.” The door shut, and the limo was off. I heard a loud voice on a loudspeaker. “Welcome to the afterlife. Step in to get started.”