[ WP ] You are dead , but before you can go on to heaven or hell , you must meet all the people you could 've been .

I woke up. Groggy, but awake. I was in my house, but it was strangely brighter than I remember. 
 It was at that moment, thunderous hooves came down my west bathroom hallway. A man on a horse came into view and charged right up toward me. I shrank back in fear expecting to be crushed under his horse, but he pulled up last second, doffed his cap, and spoke. 
 
 `` Theodore Roosevelt, 26th President of these United States of America, at your service.'' 
 
 Wait a second, what? 
 
 A toilet flushed and a loud familiar voice rang out. 
 
 `` 10,000 YEEEEAAARSSS WILL GIVE YOU SUCH A CRICK IN THE NECK!'' 
 
 `` What's going on here, huh?'' I asked. 
 
 `` These are all the people you could've been, the ones you were. St. Peter says you're not allowed to come up until you meet them all one last time,'' Roosevelt said. 
 `` No, no, fuck that. You're not real. I've really lost it now. I'm gon na be resuscitated and wake up, and you all will be gone.'' 
 
 `` GOOOOOOOOOD MORNING FELLOW ROBINS!'' A boisterous voice called out from the balcony. 
 
 Teddy spoke up. `` Mr. Cronauer, what's the news report?'' 
 `` Oh, let's see...'Beloved actor, Robin Williams pronounced dead at 12:02 pm.' Does n't look good for waking up sometime soon, eh bub?'' Adrian teased. 
 
 `` Oh God, I've died and woken up in a nightmare. Which one of you is Satan? Is it the blue freak? Maybe the lady with the big feet?!'' I shouted. 
 
 A large old lady came flying around the kitchen corner singing into a broomstick with whip cream on her face. 
 
 `` OH! Robin deary! Do n't be sore! We're people too!'' She said in an overdramatic English voice. 
 
 `` NO! You're characters! Played by me, in the past. Why should I have to meet all of you? I AM you!'' I roared. 
 
 The other Robins were silent. They stared at the ground, unsure of what to do or say. At that moment, the final Robin came down the spiral staircase. He was bearded, and carrying a legal pad. 
 
 He spoke calmly, evenly. `` He's just upset because we remind him of the joy he felt playing us. The ecstasy of a memorable performance bringing happiness to millions.'' 
 `` No, fuck you Sean. You were my favorite! Do n't fuck with me too!'' I yelled. 
 `` It's not your fault,'' he said as he came closer. 
 I started crying. I could n't hold it back. Sean was right. I looked back at his face. The wrinkles around his eyes made me choke up. 
 He gave me a hug. `` It's not your fault. Hey, it's not your fault.'' 
 I hugged him back. Tears were streaming down my face, when I heard a deep voice say, `` He's ready. Send him up.'' 
 

