Suddenly a flash of Mr. J. pointing the gun that resembles more a cannon than a gun came to my mind.
"Um, I'm not dead am I? I mean imps? Are we in Hell?" I ask nervously.
I've never given much thought about what might happen someday when I die. When you run with the Joker you usually don't think beyond the next joke. It is safer for your sanity that way. Well as much sanity as I still have left anyway.
"Does that mean I might run into a demon or two here as well?" I ask trying to joke.