. . . when they realize they’re dead and therefore will never enjoy earthly pleasures ever again, and then they complain when they come back from the dead and realize they gotta deal with things like job, toilet paper, dusting, doomscrolling, Climate Inferno, pain-in-the-ass friends who resent their recent absence, ever evolving youth slang that they don’t have the patience to track, endless sequelizations of yesteryear’s pop culture franchises, the housing affordability crisis, the price of eggs, AI hallucinations spreading catastrophic disinformation, the erosion of democracy, creeping autocracy, rising water lines . . .
People complain.
Even as they’re back from the dead . . .
