Chris Leary: [nervously approaches Roy who slaps a band on his wrist as he enters the doorway] What's this?
Roy: "The candidate shall be released from all that binds him or her to the physical wordd"; that's what this bracelet does... Now, why don't you wait outside and stop through when your number's called?
Chris Leary: Step through what? Look, I better go home.
Roy: You *are* going home. You're going home to the next life.
Chris Leary: "Next life"? But I'm not done with *this* life yet!
Roy: Oh, really? Now where did you hear about us?
Chris Leary: On the radio, in the hearse.
Roy: [picks up a list] Hm. Ahhh, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse, hearse... here, here! "Carpenter, Daniel James." Buried this afternoon. Uh - whoo! Missed that crossover point by a long shot. What's the matter, you stayed with the hearse too long, is that it? Well, that happens.