Based on Iceland 2006
Oh, yum.
Hey! What?!
Where am I now?
I’m floatin’ up through
A tunnel of light.
What’s that to the right?
A crowd who knows me! Oooh!
Granny Reynheiður!
Hiya Hafbersi!
Grand-aunt Íris Dögg! Sweet!
There’s Vestliði. And Uncle Finn!
But what is that you’re saying??
Well. Congratulations: you have just died!
Some time in the night when the munchies took flight.
You inhaled some skyr that had gone off to-day
Two-oh-nine in the morning, but at ten past two.
Oh boo-hoo.
This place: it’s the bee’s knees. We do what we please.
Wanna write a song? Stare all day at porn?
That’s really up to you.
Yes, we endlessly frolic merrily
Though we’re d-e-a-d.
The universe has games to play!
When shall we reincarnate?
Oh abominations! This is not right!
I’m Silvia. *I* had not finished my life.
But to give up feels like some weird cosmic joke
I will hunt down the bastard who said I must croak
{Deity-search scene}
(Much exacerbation, rude gesticulation) Oh…
(Her investigation with determination)
(No procrastination or prevarication)
(Such anticipation for resuscitation) Whoa… oh…
{Finds door marked “The Boss”}
(Knock, knock, knock)
Hello, is that God?
WHAT THE FUCK!?!
I ate stale skyr after a drug binge.
Why did I die?
{Inaudible response}
You’re saying it’s part of a plan!?!??
Screw you! Fífl!
{Boss sings:}
Much prognostication! I must decide
On Silvia’s plight. She’s annoying as Hell.
Share another minute… No! Here’s what to do…
Close then open your peepers but when I say boo: Boo!
{Silvia wakes up in bed}
Oh! Congratulations, I am alive!
Much dreaming all night, but I’m feeling revived.
Will I write a song or peruse Hotties? Drool.
But never do stale food… Yes, that’s my new rule.
Or drugs too!