The netherworld is timeless and unchanging, and boring -- much like a doctor's waiting room.
Ack! Parables. I hate parables.
Like God's own chocolate, I'd lick her shadow off a hot sidewalk
One can't be free without action.
I could stand on my head and flick the bean right there at the dinner table and my mom would be all, "Honey, Christmas is family time, we should be together" and make me finish in front of everyone.
I'm thinking of being a professional mourner. How hard can it be? Tear at your hair, sing a dirge or two, take the rest of the week off.