“You are good god material,” said Yama.
“Good god!” said Sam.
“Before whatever may happen happens,” said Yama, “I have been assured that you will be permitted to attend the wedding.”
“Wedding? You and Kali? Soon?”
“At the full of the lesser moon,” Yama replied. “So, whatever Brahma decides, at least I can buy you a drink before it occurs.”
“For that I thank you, deathgod. But it has always been my understanding that weddings are not made in Heaven.”
“That tradition is about to be broken,” said Yama. “No tradition is sacred.”
“Then good luck,” said Sam.
Yama nodded, yawned, lit another cigarette.
“By the way,” said Sam, “what is the latest vogue in celestial executions? I ask purely for informational purposes.”
“Executions are not held in Heaven,” said Yama, opening a cabinet and removing a chessboard.