[ Her comment gets his smile to quirk a bit in delight, but he overall remains at cool even. Talk of death and what comes after is something he enjoys talking about, true to stereotype. It’s also something that humans ask frequently, and why wouldn’t they? It’s truly the unknowable, since save for the Undertaker’s foul experiments, you don’t exactly come back to share the tale. ]

Well, first the Reaper comes for you. Though it is hardly the hooded specter that you may imagine. They are actually dreadfully annoying. [ There’s a stress on that “dreadfully” that’s absolutely a personal beef, and he doesn’t even try and hide it. ] They appear at the moment of death to review your life. It is little more than paperwork to them. Provided things look as they should, they use their scythes to sever the soul’s connection to its body.

[ With… lawn equipment… But. It’s better to just imagine a literal scythe than their stupid lawn equipment, in his opinion. ]

From there, you face your Judgement Day. But I only know of one of its decisions, I am afraid, so I cannot tell you much about any of the other options, or even how many there are. [ Elegantly, he gestures to himself, and the poise of the gesture is very much an intentional contrast to how he continues. ] I only know of Hell, my once home.