The Life in Afterlife

Boring is how I played it when I was alive. Nothing new. Wake up, go to work, go home. On the weekends I would see my friends, but I never said much. Nothing particularly note-worthy happened. Nobody came into my life. I died in the most uneventful way as well: lung cancer. And it was due to the only interesting thing I did, which was smoking. I never was around with anyone, so I smoked. 

Now here I am. Death told me that I have two choices. I can go to Hell, fiery, but, I assume, that the most interesting people are there. If everyone really gets to choose... I'm sure that Hell has some interesting people..

But I've always played it boring.

But maybe I should change. 

But boring has always worked out.

But that's how I got here...

"So, which is it?" Death asked.

"Hell." I replied.

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"Yes. Boring didn't do any good for me then."