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She paused for a moment, looking into his eyes, and frowned. "Well, to be more accurate, it's an afterlife. Something for you, Something in somewhat familiar and inviting. Not for you, as in you Itzi, don't missunderstand me, we're not making this exeryday. But it's you as in your people."

"My people? I'm not sure that I have something like that."

"Don't be pedantic. There's not much worse then a pedantic mortal. Think about it this way, whatever you imagine to be your people, they helped shape this. From their pain, fear, joy, and sorrow. Their memories, prayers, myths, it all helped to shape this."

"An inn?"

"It's more then that, and it's different for different people. Like a dream you fade in and out from. And for some it's not a final place, but a stop on the way. When you cross over, it's not as cut and dry as the living think." The music from the stage began again as the performer launched into his second song. "But the specifics of it really are not that important, and I'm not just being difficult, nor am I trying to hide anything from you, but it's hard to be specific about something that really, well, isn't." She took a sip of wine, her green eyes flashed for a moment in the lamp light and Itzi was again struck by her beauty. "Does a reed blow North or South?" She shook her head from the right to the left. "Well both really, but that's not even the full story is it. Does it blow East or West? Well it's more like a combination of all of those, and if there's no wind well then it probably doesn't blow at all? Do you see what I'm saying?"

"That last one doesn't make that much sense. Now I've just been told that I'm dead, and I can't remember my life, so maybe I'm being a bit sensitive. But if the question is what way does a reed blow, and one of the answers is it doesn't if the wind doesn't blow? Frankly that really doesn't cut it."

"Well if the reed doesn't blow you're just dead."

"Some people are just dead?"

"What?" She asked as the music increased in volume.

"Dead! Some people are just dead?"

"Sure. There are a lot of variables that go into this, some people are, and this doesn't make sense, but if you shelve your pedantic ways you can understand what I mean, happier to not exist. For them the nullification or the cessation of their pain or agony is enough, sometimes it may be retribution, sometimes it may be a kindness, sometimes it may be the exhalation of breath into the void of nothingness, the infinity of that moment between existence and extinguish. A void that stretches and warps, and that pulls down into forever, and then just drops away into nothing."