“Now, here's the twist, Andre.” Hades leans in conspiratorially, “While you're here, you've got some daily tasks to complete. The jury's still out on whether they’ll be of a ‘Sisyphean’ nature or not. Let’s see how Rhadamanthus, Minos, and Aeacus decide to judge you first.” He smirks, adding, “They’ll also have a hand in deciding where you’ll be residing - Will it be Tartarus, Elysian, or the Asphodel Fields for you?”
Your stomach tightens with the tension of nerves and excitement. Confused by your predicament, afraid for what is to come, yet fascinated to be here. Is this a dream? You wonder.
As if reading your mind, Hades interrupts your thought, “No, this isn’t a dream, my friend. You have well and truly died. But seriously, don't sweat it. You're in for a once-in-a-lifetime – err, I mean, once-in-an-eternity – experience. The Underworld's a party that never stops, and the best part? You won't have to worry about sunscreening your bald spot."
Great, you think. Even Hades is making fun of your hair. That didn’t take long.
Hades turns and begins walking down the path, beckoning for you to follow. Pointing towards the end of the long corridor, you see a large, stone-cold, menacing-looking chair. “So come and sit in the judgment chair; let’s see how Rhadamanthus, Minos, and Aeacus judge your life. Then trot off to your new home - I’ll meet you there. Oh, Here’s a map” he adds, handing you a piece of paper, “that should help you find your way. Mind the doors; they don’t wait for anyone. I’ll be in touch again soon for your first task. Be on the listen-out for my call. You’ll know it as the familiar sound of Crazy Frog” He says with a wink.
“Welcome to the eternal chill zone, my friend!"
You hesitate for a moment, then begin the walk down the path to sit in the judgment chair and await your doom.