Life in Hell

Birdman

So you’re telling me that after the hundredth time the birdman eats you, ther’es no small talk? You’re not even going to ask his name?

BIRDMAN: It’s Larry. Lawrence.

You: That’s a beautiful name for a bird.

BIRDMAN: Thanks. My mother chose it. Y’know there’s lots about birds that you humans are ignorant about. We have very lyrical names.

You: What brings you to Hell Larry? How did you get to be one of the… Eating Guys?

BIRDMAN: I’m a kind of large falcon and I used to live around the airport. Loved those planes going WHOOOSH, making *their own wind*. Listen, there’s nothing a bird loves more than a good airport.

You: …

BIRDMAN: One day, I flew real close to this passenger plane and whooooop next thing I know I was slurped into the jet engine, I was burning up, I was spat out back as bird sludge.

You: Sounds awful.

BIRDMAN: They said I was a “Bad Bird”. Responsible for crashing an airplane full of people. Culpable for humans dying. Guilty. So they put me in Human Hell.

You: That’s really unfair. You’re just a bird, how could you have kno

BIRDMAN: It’s allright. At least I get to be one of the employees here. It’s hot and unpleasant but at least it’s a living.

You: What do you mean “it’s a living”? Like… you work for wages? Capitalism exists here?

BIRDMAN: Yeah. You thought all that ends after you die?

You: How much do they pay you?

BIRDMAN: Oh, breadcrumbs.

You: That’s really unfair. I see how hard you work. I see you chewing chewing chewing, day in and day out!

BIRDMAN: No no. It’s not like that. They literally pay me in breadcrumbs. I love that stuff. I go wild for it!

Home

You: Psst Francesco, are you awake?

Francesco: Yes.

You: I just wanted to say, my family and I have been living up your arse for what…20 years now? and … just thank you. I really appreciate you.

Francesco: Aw, thanks. It’s nice to recognized. When I lost my arse in the war, those battlefield doctors tried to patch things up with branches and whatever. I thought to myself: “That’s it Francesco. Your life is over. You’re a freak, no one will love you, you can’t even sit down like a man….” but later that night I died and got my second act down here.

You: What you do really matters. It’s alternating hot, cold, drizzling here – just a nightmare of a climate. And being able to shelter from the elements inside your body is a real privilege.

Francesco: Thank you. You know, nowadays people are so alienated from their home – how often do people say “thank you” to their home? I’ve heard of people saying grace for their food, but never for their home. How many people today even have a friendly chat with the apartment superintendent, the concierge down the lobby, or even their neighbrours?

You: Very few, Francesco. Very few. This place really fosters a sense of community. Especially when you live inside another person.

Satan

After one thousand years of being tortured and disemboweled, percolating in the same milieu as the Devil and his minions… you’re gonna talk to HIM. There’s no question about it. Eventually you’ll just do it.

You: Hey. Can I ask you something?

Satan: Sure.

You: So what’s the deal with you inflicting all that suffering on, like, Sudan and Afghanistan and places like that. Those poor people just can’t catch a break.

Satan: That’s a good question. But first, take a good look at me. What do I look like?

You: You look like a Goat Dude.

Satan: Precisely. Aren’t I supposed to be the most beautiful of God’s angels? Do I look beautiful to you?

You: Yeah… what’s up with that?

Satan: Well, I am indeed the most beautiful angel. Stunning, really. When God created this world for goatkind he made all his angels – but especially me – the most exquisite thing that a goat can imagine.

You: …

Satan: I’m going somewhere with this. The world was made for the delight of one creature above all. It was made with beautiful mountains to prance on, hardy bushes to munch on and branchful trees to climb. It was made for goats.
But you, you filthy humans have ruined this world.
Do you know that Sudan has the highest per-capita goat meat consumption?!
Do you know that the Afghans play a game like horse-polo where THE BALL IS A GOAT?!?!
For what they do to my people, they shall suffer neverending calamity!

You: Ok, I kinda get it.

Satan: Any more questions?

You: Listen – why are you always tormenting women that little bit extra? Why make women’s lives so terrible?

Satan: It’s because I’m jealous, OK?! Ever since I gave birth to the twins, my body’s just … changed. It’s like I don’t even recognize myself anymore.

Satan: I used to be a real hardbody. Now everything sags. Look at me! My breasts look like I have goddamn bunny ears flopping on my chest!!

Satan: Those chicks prancing around up there on Earth’s surface are just taunting me with their perfect bodies. I’m gonna show them!

You: Listen Satan, I get it. Your body has changed beyond your control. You’re angry and you’re confused – if I had a magic wand then I’d magick that hard body of yours back.
Has it worked to torment all those women up there on the surface? Did it rewind time for you?

Satan: No 😒

You: Brother, you can’t be that girl who’s pulling down her sisters to elevate herself. For that, you gotta do the hard work of actually elevating yourself towards something better.

Satan: …

You: All those women up there are going through the same struggles that you do. And they don’t need you adding challenges on top of that.

Satan: Ok. I’ll think about it.

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When you consider it, life in Hell is not like in the stories or the Renaissance paintings at all. After hundreds of years down there, you’re bound to get to know your neighbours. To make friends. Time makes the rough things smooth. The smooth things rough. Makes your own “screams of agony” into a tepid performance meant to keep Larry thinking he’s “still got it” on the one thousandth time you pass through his gullet.

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