This is literally all she wrote.

“So dying was weird. Good thing we only have to do it once, am I right...? Too soon? Too soon for postmortem humor?”
Blank, quizzical stares. Man, this hearings committee really does not find one damn thing I say amusing. It’s my 6th time sitting in front of them, and not once have I seen a single one of them crack a smile.
“Mr. Rawlings, how can you expect us to take your application seriously when you continually make a mockery of the process? This isn’t a job interview at McDonald’s. This is your afterlife we’re talking about, and the sooner you can move onto it the better off we’ll all be.”
That’s Lester. Mr. Gypsum, if you don’t mind. I’ve become something of a conundrum for him lately;