Thanks for a beautiful interpretation of the prompt 😄

"Welcome" a warm deep voice tells you, "you can open your eyes you know." You do, the voice belongs to tall man with black curly hair who smiles kindly at you. You're laying on soft grass and the sunlight is filtered through leaves of the trees around you, laughter and music fight for your attention from beyond your field of vision. "Am I?" "Dead, yes I'm sorry, welcome to the Asphodel meadows, i hope you will like it." "I, thanks." You say as the man helps you stand. You're in an Orchard and as far as your eyes can reach you see verdent trees and fields. "Technically you fought a bitter fight and died gloriously so if you want you do also have the right to go to Elysium, but most people seem to want to be here in the end, less rowdy. There are lakes further away and you don't have to work. If you have any hobbys your want to indulge in we can always accomodate them, but all in all, this is the land of peace, East what you will, rest where you will. You are safe here."

Thank you 🖤 came in late to the WP but couldn't resist the theme^^ I love this Reddit too.

I hope you are fucking happy now, all of you. Glenda and your holier than thou attitude, for your sake I hope you're right. Fuck you Art, I'm sorry that came out wrong, Fuck you Mayor Arthur Dinar, your pompous arselicking excuse of a man. Your literal job is to keep this town safe, fucking bungled that didn't you? You know what? Years. I've helped you for years. Art in particular but all of you. Glenda with her unwanted pregnancies from men who is not Terry. Terry and his own problems from the same general exercise. Viktor and Tam would have had 3 small sad graves instead of the helions you now try to raise if it wasn't for me.

I could go on! I spent fucking years helping you all. And when I told you it wasn't a good idea at all to go along with Art's and Glenda's idea that the fucking plague could be prayed away when I told you I have a god damn cure for it?

Yes I know mold tastes bad but it's better than dying innit? So. Yay. Half the town is dead because, Glenda, gathering everyone in a small cosy temple and having them breathing and touching each other is a collosally fucked idea for beating the fucking plague.

We could all have stood here. Jim and his family. Amber and her's. Little Sam who looked up to you Art. Fucking hurt's doesn't it? I could have saved them...

But they listen to you. And you will live with that pain for the rest of your lives.

And so will I...