A young man had entered the bar wearing a black trenchcoat and matching black pants and boots, A white t-shirt underneath with a picture of Charlies Manson on it. The last thing he remembered was helping a friend out of a bar and across the street when a bright white light came at them. Walking inside the building and towards the bar taking a seat. He did not know why a bar would be here he wondered if this was heaven and if so why it had a bar.