Sam looked down at her. She was such a frail-looking woman that he often didn't know what to make of it when she hit the nail on the head. "I'm sorry." It wasn't clear whether he was apologizing for his morbid turn or her murder. "I guess it's a little random to be hell," he admitted. "From what I hear it's pretty specific about the whole.. suffering, thing." Sam had done a considerable amount of research into it, so he'd "heard" quite a lot.
With a faint smile for her reassurance, he said, "I'm used to being pissed off at higher beings manipulating me. I think religion is like that." He started to walk again, putting normalcy back on like a coat.
After a few steps he tested a tender subject carefully. "Did anyone... I mean, the person who killed you, what happened to them?"