"So what do you say, will you do it?" Uriel asks me in his quiet, multi-tonal voice.
I lay quietly for a moment. I glance at my cell phone on my bedside table on which I was browsing Reddit the night before.
"No. I'm not interested. I'm ready to go." I reply confidently.
"In fact, if I could just die now instead of later today, that'd be great, plus it will save you making a trip back. You'll have more time to ask the next guy."
Several emotions play across the angel's face in quick succession: confusion, amusement and finally settling on concern.
"I have got to stop asking internet people to cover for me. Let me guess: 2meirl4meirl?" He asks, already knowing the answer.
Excitedly, deliberately, I reach out and take his hand and place it over my heart.
"Please, can we go now? I can't stand another minute of this place. I'll answer all of your questions on the ride up - or down. I don't care where I'm going as long as it's not here."
I feel a slight pain in my chest, and as the world fades into blackness for the last time, I have a smile on my face as I think what a great meme I could turn this into.