It would seem that the Apocalypse needs to update its Google Maps. Death, the invisible rider dressed in black, has received a late fee invoice.
The Prefecture of the Last Judgment is in turmoil after discovering that Death, the veiled shadow we all know and dread, seems to have lost his sense of direction. Scheduled for dawn yesterday, the Apocalypse is late, wreaking havoc in the afterlife’s schedule. We stayed online, eagerly awaiting the cataclysmic grand finale, but all we received was a late fee invoice from heaven.
“I was sure I had activated the GPS,” said Death, dressed in a worn black coat, holding his scythe like an old, faithful friend. “I went left at the bottomless abyss, then right at the burning chasm… who knew that navigating the afterlife could be so complicated? I’m truly sorry for the delay. I hope this won’t impact my performance evaluations.”
The satellite navigation company, Hell’s Compass, refuses to take the blame. Its spokesperson states, “This is a common issue for new users. It takes time to understand the difference between fire whirlpools and sulfur lakes. That’s why we offer free training for all our customers.”
There is a sense of anticipation in the air. Demons are on strike demanding better retirement plans, and angels are angry as they missed their hair appointments. Meanwhile, humans on earth were surprised to learn that even the afterlife is not immune to bureaucracy.
“Of course, we’re disappointed,” said a man, nervously biting into a ham sandwich while looking at the sky. “I had canceled all my end-of-the-world plans. Even hired a clown for the occasion. What am I going to do with all these sandwiches now?”
The Prefecture of the Last Judgment assures that things will quickly return to normal…or as normal as possible when it comes to death and total destruction. In the meantime, we should all savor this unexpected reprieve and learn from Death herself who reminds us: “It’s the destination that counts, not the journey”.
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