When you've had enough of life, the last thing you want is more life, but that's exactly what Post Material Services have given me. You see without my two boys, life in the afterlife sucks. And then I hear about all the disasters happening on Earth, and I worry about them. If only there was a way back, or at least a way out of this realm: this infinite river that constantly reminds me of the family my ex-wife snatched from me. On the bright side. I hear there are millions of other infinite realms in this Universe. Maybe I should sober up and use this thousand-year lifespan to find happiness, make up for all my mistakes, and face my demons.