Death. I suppose it happens to us all sooner or later. For me, it just happened to be sooner; I was in a fatal car crash at 32 years old. And perhaps I shouldn’t have been surprised that I went straight to hell (apparently most people do).
As you might imagine, the bureaucratic process in hell was long and painful before I was assigned my very own personal demon. And, as was probably intentional, she looked exactly like my most hated ex-girlfriend.
“Let me guess?” I asked, “My own personal hell is getting stuck with my overly needy ex, Kathryn, all the time? She’ll annoy me for all eternity, and I can never leave her?”
“Oh, no. No, no, no.” The demon responded with a grin, “Except the last part. You see, your torture isn’t going to be WITH Kathryn for all time; you’re going to BE Kathryn for all time. I’m just sort of previewing the form for you; we’ll be swapping bodies in a moment. And from that moment on, well...think about how much you hate her presently; now imagine how much you’ll hate BEING her. Everything that you hated about her and everything that annoy you, you won’t be able to stop yourself from doing. Oh, and in hell, you’ll get a period once a week. Have fun!”
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