"Weird, I'm supposed to be dead..."

"Weird, I'm supposed to be dead..." I asked the cat lady.

"Yup." She smiled.

"I'm supposed to be dead." I spoke slower, not quite hearing myself.

"Uh-huh." She nodded.

"I am supposed to be dead." I use my hands this time.

"Yes, that is normally how one gets here." The smile was gone, her body language went from welcoming to annoyed quickly.

"Key word supposed?" I ask. I look down at myself. "I mean I look like I did the last time I checked."

"Your frozen, if thawed correctly you have a chance of living." She glanced at the scroll in her hand. "Considering where you are, good luck with that."

"Hell. Please tell me, how does one freeze in hell?"