On the lowest level of the astral plane,
it's empty, cold, and repugnant.
The next level up is not significantly better.
There are a couple of trees, but no buildings,
and everyone has to wear sackcloth.
The next level up, well, it's a lot like Earth,
but everything's a bit dilapidated.
On the next level up,
there are some pretty nice views,
but you have to die a second time in order to attain the next level.
Or they drink brandy,
play golf,
and smoke cigars.
They hunt and fish and steeplechase,
and there's no ***.
It's a bit like a Victorian gentleman's club.
The current situation in the afterlife sounds eternally boring.
Don't you think that it's time to change things?
Revolution,
revolution, here we come.
We are revolting.
