After I died, I was propelled at great force down a tunnel of light, at
the end of which waited a fat, naked lady in suede boots. She held up a
cardboard sign with my name on it in magic marker.

"I'm him," said I.

"Great. Let me get your stuff." She reached out and hefted my bags in her
strong arms.

"Hey, wait a minute," I said. I reached for the duffel and opened it.
Inside, strangely colored bundles all folded up like flags. I took one
out and shook it open. It was a suit of flesh: a swarthy hispanic
gentleman, approximately mid-20's. Not bad, pretty handsome. I folded it
back up and placed it among the others. "Just checking," I explained.

"I see," said the lady, in a slightly irritated voice.