Passing Words: Diane Keaton

The tour was private and paced perfectly and extremely informative and ... well, the soul was still uncomfortable. "Can I just ...," it started, stopping in the middle of an avenue lined in gold, "... just ... I'm sorry, but ... this is really awkward." "We do awkward," the guide said (without missing a beat). "I ... wasn't so much ... well, I guess, more than doing this and that exactly right, I was just ... quirky. Everyone always said I was quirky." "We do quirky," the guide said. When the soul didn't immediately settle, the guide drew close. "Who do you think brought quirky into the equation? I mean ... don't stare too long into THOSE eyes." The soul laughed, not expecting that. "Quirky describes," the guide continued (gesturing them on), "pretty much everyone who has and will ever live; you'll see. That and deeply - one could say infinitely - lovable. This is that part." The soul marveled, still agitated, but more curious than anything.