Right, Mr. Jones, give me a minute and I’ll get your details up on the screen. Ah yes, here we are. Peter Jones, 45 years old, died early this morning, crushed to death in your car, nasty, don’t get many of those. I see from our records that you died instantly, that’s a blessing, sometimes death can drag on for weeks. Here are your key and a brochure outlining the facilities. Your accommodation is straight ahead, through the Pearly Gates, turn left, you can’t miss it. We’ve a champagne reception for newcomers at 8 o’clock. Hope to see you then.
For a change, I’m getting a ‘Friday Fictioneer’ story in early!