Greg closed his eyes, took a deep breath and jumped.
He clung onto his homemade hang glider. For a second it flew steadily through the air. Then the frame cracked. Greg torpedoed down to the sidewalk below.
The next thing he knew Greg was in a gray void before a man holding a long scroll.
"Hello!" The man looked up at him. "Probably should have chosen a smaller building?"
"I guess." Greg tried to scratch his nose but realized he was made out of mist.
"Well, the good news is your dead." The man grinned. "Now the question is what to do with you."
"Do I get to go to heaven?"
"Oh no! You're not ready for that. Maybe in a few more lives. I'm afraid we're going to have to send you back. Do you have any preferences?"
"A movie star would be nice."
The man looked through his scroll. "Unfortunately, you didn't live the kind of life where I can justify making you a movie star. Remember Julie? You probably shouldn't have called off the wedding via text message. In fact, considering your road rage you won't even be able to go back human."
"What about a bird? I've always wanted to fly."
"Absolutely," the man looked over his scroll. "Your options are ostrich, kiwi or....penguin."
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