Kenny lay on the mortuary table and watched as they performed the autopsy on his body. He could feel a tugging sensation as they removed his organs and pressure when they cut through his rib cage. He watched as they examined the contents of his stomach and weighed his liver.
Kenny didn’t pretend to understand what was going on. Death had always been a mystery to him. But he was starting to wonder just how long he was going to remain conscious. Surely someone would come along soon and take him to the next place.
But what if there was no next place? What if this was just how things went for everyone? Maybe there were billions of dead people lying underground right now staring at their coffin lids, trying to amuse themselves with fading memories.