[She crinkles her nose up at him again, but her face betrays mild amusement.]

Thanks, bud. I think I can get used to this. [She's perking up a little; it's easier to accept the afterlife when you're in the good place, and not the shitty place.]

I hope there's a bar at this beach. Like, one of those fun, beach bars serving drinks with tiny umbrellas. Because I want to celebrate. [She says with a smug. Apparently, suspected alcohol poisoning hasn't put her off the booze.]