I'd just stepped out of the kiddie pool and into the deep end, with no floaties. And drowning was not an option.

Just FYI, in your case, I think it’s okay to fear the reaper.

Regret couldn't fix what he's broken. Apologies couldn't bring back what he's lost. What we'd lost.

From adult diapers to bedpans? Move over, Elvis, I’m the afterlife of the party!

It would be so much easier if there were a secret password, or handshake. Netherworld, open sesame! Yeah, that didn't work, either.

If this had ever happened before, it couldn't be happening now. That's what they mean by 'once in a lifetime'.

Suggestions?" I asked [...] Marc never took his gaze from the cage. "Get the hose.