"...Would you like something to eat?" Heath looked at the man before him. There were no scars on his body, and Heath could not tell how he had died. Still, it seemed that souls all looked this way after coming to the Distortion World. Physical suffering had nothing to do with the soul, and nothing that happened to the body would show on it. That was a good thing. Otherwise, Heath thought the spirits in the Distortion World could put together a grand exhibition of all kinds of bizarre deaths. Besides, looking at one's own broken body every day was hardly a good thing.
Seeing it every day would probably leave a person depressed. After all, some people had died in truly horrific ways, with even their bodies shattered.
"Give me a glass of beer, the kind with foam, and some barbecue." The man sighed. He was clearly in a very bad mood, but that was normal. No one could calmly accept death. Humans were always full of fear toward it. This world was a little better, though. At least there was an afterlife. Some worlds did not even have that. Once someone died, their consciousness ceased to exist, and this world no longer had anything to do with them.
Heath nodded and began preparing the food the man wanted. But when he thought of some of the Distortion World's peculiarities, he felt a headache coming on. He did not know how he was supposed to collect payment from customers in this world. Was he supposed to go unpaid?
Heath did not dwell on it for long, though, and instead focused on preparing what the man wanted. The beer was simple enough. Although the man had asked for a glass with foam, that was not particularly difficult to make. Heath