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

`` Shut the fuck up already, I get it. You're a version of me that could've been. So were the last five-million motherfuckers,'' Fred shouted at himself, or more specifically a version of himself he dubbed'Clown Fred # 17.' You must understand, meeting every iteration of yourself can make a man quite weary. Though one must always remember that even apparitions created for the sole purpose of self-reflection have feelings. Fred knew this, but after so many encounters, he stopped caring. I'd even go so far as to say he gained a new found appreciation for self-deprecation. 
 
 `` Listen you pseudo Pagliacci, I did n't mean to yell... or make you cry for that matter... it's just you're the 17th clown I've met. When the woman in a raggedy black cloak told me I had to meet you all before I could be judged I shrugged it off, and... well I sort of did an Ebeneezer Scrooge impersonation. Not exactly proud of that last bit, but the point is: I assumed there would only be a handful of you guys. I'm not trying to harp on you personally, or whatever life choices led you to believe Clown school was... how did you phrase it?'Your calling.' I just have an infinite amount of people to go through and I'm really just trying to streamline the whole process.'' After a few noticeably silent moments, the apparition left, and like clockwork another appeared in its place. 
 
 `` Hello Fred, I'm... `` Fred, in an attempt to'streamline' the process, cuts off his latest visitor before she has a chance to introduce herself. 
 
 `` You're'Trans-Fred # 781.' I got ta admit, you guys... er sorry, you girls look wonderful. If I had known I'd look that good post-op, I would be Trans-Fred # 782. Then again about 1 in every 5 of you look like Quizimo-'' What follows that sentence is a series of lackluster apologies, strange justifications, awkward silence, and about forty-two years of repressed memories. You can get the idea without actually having to be there, Fred's envious of you're absence... believe me. 
 
 
 P.S. I've got to go to work, but when I get back I'll be finishing this story. Sorry for leaving a story hanging and for any typos/grammar errors. I promise everything will be fixed/concluded when I get back.
