"What do you hope happens after we die?" "I want New Game+." "What's that?" "It's when you restart an experience with the abilities you had at the end." "So you want to be a smart, world-weary baby?" "To start out, sure. But then I'll start tracking down all the secret endings."

"Hello! Do you have a minute to talk about Dracula?" "No- wait, Dracula?" "Yes!" "You're vampires?" "Yes. We have pamphlets." "Vampires have missionaries?" "Where else would new vampires come from?" "I assumed you bit people." "There are many hurtful stereotypes. May we come in?"

Jan hears a ding whenever he does something for the last time in his life. Sometimes it’s nice, like mowing the lawn. Sometimes it’s sad but inevitable, like visiting a dedicated music store. Today he heard it while eating a jelly bean. He‘s not sure if that’s a big deal or not.

Dr. Denny Masters, D.D.S. worked in a windowless subbasement filled with manacles, cages, and other restraints made of silver. The staff wore Kevlar bodysuits and delivered anesthesia via tranquilizer guns. They were all just tools of the trade for the world's only cryptodentist.

One day Margot casually mentioned she'd joined a church. Vic shrugged. But soon she was going every night. He grew jealous and decided to follow her. He sat in the back and watched the service. It was unlike any he'd ever seen. For one thing, Margot was the object of worship.

Melba never waited in line a day in her life. Now here she was with workmen and domestic help and only one line for the lot of them! She barged to the front and made her trademark demand. The angel stared with blank compassion, pondering her request to “Speak with the manager.”