afterlife

I wouldn't go in there.
whaddya mean? it's a museum.
a museum of death. nobody who goes in ever comes out.
how do you know?
I been in there.
hah! and here you are, bullshitting me!
no bullshit. it's true.
but you made it out fine.
no I didn't. I'm dead, man.
what?
put your hand over my heart. feel a pulse?
well, no, but. . .
I don't have one. I'm a dead man walking.
then why are you here? among the living?
I'm the curator of this museum. it's my job.
you have a job? and you're dead?
don't act surprised. the government needs taxes.
after death?
bummer isn't it? I was kinda looking forward to no more work.
so what are you saying?
the only certainties in this world are death and taxes.
but not at the same time!
I hate to break it to you, but it's true.