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A desert road.

A body lies on the road.  
SAM is sitting on it.  It is his corpse.  He gets up.  Looks at the body, and looks at himself.  He feels himself for fat.  He goes stage LEFT. As he reaches the end, he stops.  He then goes stage RIGHT.   He stops.  He looks out toward the audience.  He goes upstage.  He goes downstage.  Finally, he glumly takes a seat on his body again and sighs heavily with his chin in both hands, elbows on his knees.  He stares at the ground and takes no notice of his surroundings.

Enter
CHARON, stage RIGHT. He is wearing simple brown robes and a walking staff.  Middle-aged and balding.  He drags his feet, hunched over and head down, like someone who has been on his feet for a long time.  Noticing SAM, he straightens himself.  He takes a scroll from his side and inspects it.  Then he looks at SAM.   Satisfied, he puts the scroll back and walks over to SAM.  He stands there briefly, who is still unaware of CHARON’s presence. .

CHARON.  Are you Sam?

[SAM is startled.  He looks CHARON up and down.]

SAM.  Yes.
CHARON.  Good.

CHARON sits down and stretches his legs.

We can leave in a moment.

Pause.

SAM.  What happens now?
CHARON.  We sit.
SAM.  Is that part of the grand plan?
CHARON.  The what?
SAM.  The grand celestial plan.  Sitting here.
CHARON.  No.
SAM.  Oh.

Pause.

Then why...

CHARON.  You died in the middle of nowhere and I had to walk here.  That's why.  You have eternity ahead of you, no need to rush into things.

Pause.

SAM.  Who are you?
CHARON.  I am the ferryman.  I ferry the dead.
SAM.  I don't see a ferry.
CHARON.  No, you don't.  We have to walk to the ferry.
SAM.  Couldn't you have brought a car?
CHARON.  I'm not the chauffeur.  I'm the ferryman.
SAM.  But we're in the desert.
CHARON.  I'll worry about the how.  You can worry about the where.
SAM.  Where is the where?
CHARON.  Somewhere.
SAM.  But where?
CHARON.  Possibly anywhere.

Pause. CHARON pulls out another scroll, along with a pencil and reading glasses.

SAM.  What's that?
CHARON.  A preference test.
SAM.  For what?
CHARON.  No, for where.

Pause.

Did you die gloriously in battle?

SAM looks at his corpse.

SAM.  I don't think so.
CHARON.  Valhalla is out of the picture.
SAM.  What would I have done in Valhalla?
CHARON.  Get drunk and fight.
SAM.  I don't think I could handle that.
CHARON.  Ok.
SAM.  The sight of blood always made me squeamish.

Pause.

Maybe it's for the best.

CHARON.  Maybe.
SAM.  What's next?
CHARON.  Reincarnation.
SAM.  What are my options?
CHARON.  Moss and mould.
SAM.  ...What kind of moss?
CHARON.  Buxbaumia aphylla.

SAM considers it.

SAM.  No.

CHARON makes a check mark on the scroll.

CHARON.  Sacrificed any lambs to Zeus lately?
SAM.  Not that I recall.
CHARON.  Why not?
SAM.  I guess I kept putting it off.

CHARON makes a check mark.

CHARON.  What about Satan?
SAM.  No.  We didn't have much of a relationship, really.
CHARON.  That's ok, he wouldn't mind.
SAM.  Where is he again?
CHARON.  Hell.
SAM.  Oh yeah, that place.  Is it big?
CHARON.  Nine levels.
SAM.  Keep going.
CHARON.  Have you ever been baptized?
SAM.  I don’t know.  I don't really remember it.
CHARON.  Well, you might be eligible for the first level.
SAM.  First level?
CHARON.  The non-baptized and virtuous.  Basically a big field where everyone sullenly mopes around.  Are you a nature person?
SAM.  I guess so.  But that sounds kind of depressing.
CHARON.  It is.
SAM.  Never mind then.
CHARON.  Level two is an eternal tempest on a sea full of krakens.
SAM.  I get seasick easily.
CHARON.  We can say no to that, too.
SAM.  Where is Satan specifically?
CHARON.  The ninth level.
SAM.  What's that like?
CHARON.  Pretty cold.
SAM.  No.  No, I don't think Hell will suit me at all.
CHARON.  Fair enough.  What about Heaven?
SAM.  The other place?
CHARON.  Yes.
SAM.  What's there?
CHARON.  God.
SAM.  What else?
CHARON.  That's about it.
SAM.  That sucks.
CHARON.  Some people like it.
SAM.  Some people like a lot of things.
CHARON.  A lot of people like some things.
SAM.  Are we a lot of people?

They look around.

CHARON.  It doesn’t look like it.
SAM.  I don’t want to take the risk.
CHARON.  No Heaven, then.

Pause.

CHARON.  Let's take a break.
SAM.  Sure.

CHARON pockets his glasses.  Pause.

SAM.  My name is Sam.
CHARON.  I know.
SAM.  I didn’t introduce myself.
CHARON.  You did just now.
SAM.  Before, I mean.
CHARON.  Before when?
SAM.  Before I introduced myself.

Pause.

SAM.  Well?
CHARON.  Yes?
SAM.  Are you going to introduce yourself?
CHARON.  Why?
SAM.  I don’t know your name.
CHARON.  Why do you want to know my name?
SAM.  It’s the nice thing to do.
CHARON.  I am the ferryman.
SAM.  That’s not your name.
CHARON.  Why not?
SAM.  It’s your job.
CHARON.  Why can’t it be my name?
SAM.  Maybe if you said it like it had capital letters.
CHARON [with emphasis] .  I am The Ferryman.
SAM.  That sounds a bit pompous.
CHARON.  I didn’t make fun of your name.
SAM.  I don’t think we’re making much progress.
CHARON.  Why don’t you just ask?
SAM.  I thought I did.
CHARON.  No you didn’t.  You just asked me if I was going to introduce myself.
SAM.  What’s your name?
CHARON.  Charon.

Pause.

What is it?

SAM.  I was expecting something more grandiose.
CHARON.  Why?
SAM.  It took so long to get it out of you.  Could you attach a title to it?
CHARON.  I am Charon, The Ferryman.
SAM.  Much better!  It’s a pleasure to meet you.

They go to shake hands. CHARON extends his left.   SAM extends his right.   CHARON switches to his right, and SAM to his left.  CHARON to the left, SAM to the right.

SAM.  Forget it.  I can never remember these social niceties.
CHARON.  Neither can I.
SAM.  I must confess, I’ve never been very social.
CHARON.  Neither have I.
SAM.  I guess that’s why I’m out here.
CHARON.  What were you doing?
SAM.  Walking.
CHARON.  Were you planning to die?
SAM.  No, that just happened along the way.

Pause.

[looking at the corpse]
  What happens to this?
CHARON.  It just lies there.
SAM.  Does it do anything?
CHARON.  It rots.
SAM.  That’s not very impressive.
CHARON.  It’s not meant to be.  It doesn’t matter what happens to it.  It’s what happens to you.
SAM.  What happens to me?
CHARON.  We haven’t decided yet.
SAM.  What else is there, then?
CHARON [looking over the scroll] .  Not a lot, to be honest.
SAM [pointing stage RIGHT].  What about over there?
CHARON.  What about it?
SAM.  Can I stay there?
CHARON.  What’s so special about it?
SAM.  I don’t know.  It’s not here.
CHARON.  It’s the same thing as here.
SAM.  Let me check.

SAM exits stage RIGHT. He re-enters after a count of five.

CHARON.  How was it?
SAM.  I like it better here.
CHARON.  You need to go somewhere, you know.
SAM.  I know.

Pause.

SAM.  What was in the other levels of Hell?
CHARON.  Unspeakable pain and eternal suffering.
SAM.  Good or bad?
CHARON.  Bad.
SAM.  In your opinion.
CHARON.  In my opinion.
SAM.  What about Heaven?
CHARON.  It’s pretty popular.
SAM.  I think I’ll try that out after all.
CHARON.  Heaven it is.

CHARON makes a mark on his scroll and puts it back on his belt.

Let’s go.

They move stage LEFT, when suddenly CHARON stops, uncertain.  He looks around.

SAM.  What is it?
CHARON.  Where are we?
SAM.  The desert.
CHARON.  Where in the desert?
SAM.  I don’t know.  I was just walking around.
CHARON.  Are you sure you don’t know?
SAM.  Don’t you know?
CHARON.  I forgot.
SAM.  Let’s just walk around.

They exit stage LEFT.   They re-enter stage RIGHT.

SAM.  Is this it?
CHARON.  Is this what?
SAM.  It.  Heaven.  Are we there?
CHARON.  No.  I think this is where we came from.
SAM.  Is it?
CHARON.  There’s the body.
SAM.  Oh.  Maybe we could split up.
CHARON.  Good idea.

CHARON heads stage LEFT. SAM heads stage RIGHT. Suddenly, CHARON stops and turns.

Wait!

SAM turns around.

No it’s not.

SAM.  Why not?
CHARON.  It’s no good if I find it without you.  And you don’t even know what you’re looking for.
SAM.  I’m looking for Heaven.  God’s there.
CHARON.  Regardless.
SAM.  Fine.

They rejoin, CENTRE stage.

What do we do?

CHARON.  Let’s sit here for a bit.
SAM.  That’s what we were doing before.
CHARON.  Which means we have experience with it.

They sit.

SAM.  Maybe this is where I’m supposed to be.
CHARON.  But this isn’t a where.  It’s just a here.
SAM.  True.
CHARON.  Others will be waiting for me.
SAM.  They have all eternity ahead of them.
CHARON.  True.
SAM.  No need to rush into things.

Pause.

Lights dim.


SAM.  Not very impressive.
CHARON.  It’s not meant to be.

Lights out.
©2004-2009 ~barnabus
:iconbarnabus:

Author's Comments

I wrote this while studying for a test. This was more fun.

Tear it to bits.

25/06/06: Minor revisions.

Daily Deviation

Given 2004-12-23

Afterlife by ~barnabus
It should be enough to say that Afterlife by barnabus rises above the rest of the dramatic writing I've seen on this website, but I would take it so far as to say the writing even surpasses some published and anthologized scripts. The strong allusions to literature, history and mythology, coupled with superbly realistic dialogue and witty humor, make Afterlife a play that, when performed, could more than hold its own in any professional theater. (Suggested by `wildoats and Featured by `ndifference)

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:iconsjx:
How could I tear this to bits? The dialogue is so excellent and realistic... Not to mention funny. When I say "realistic" I mean that if someone were in a similar situation it would be likely that they would say these things as opposed to anything else. The stage directions really help add to the story... It just makes it a lot easier to imagine as if it were really a play. Yet another wonderful barnabus piece of literature.

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OH SURE JUST GO HAVE FUN ON YOUR INTERNET YOU STUPID KIDS
:iconbringa:
I wished I could give you more meaningful critique, but your humourous drama is so damn perfect there's next to nothing I have to say about it. It's very funny and at the same time just a little depressing... afterlife being just nothing at all. Offering him to be reborn as moss was an awesome idea as well. I could see this working fantastically on a little stage, maybe a series of barnabus plays... I'd love to see that and laugh my ass off at it. Really good stuff :)

(you do have a fascination with Death though, don't you? ;p)

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SINAI BENDS
:iconsyker:
Ah! That was nice. For some reason I liked how Charon described Heaven and how Sam immediately refused it, while he considered hell for a while. Nice touch. The end is kind of depressing, but in a good way. It adds to it. Anyways, good job as always!
:icondaeira:
This reminded me of Waiting for Godot.

Loved it, that's some of the strangest dialogue ever.

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There is no I in team - but there is tea! And cookies..?
:iconladygekko:
"Introduce yourself." hihihi. I have a tendency to do the opposite. I'll swamp the person with info for being so foolish as to think they can comprehend me in two or three words. They'll find out about my favourite flavours of yogourt, if they let me.

Lovely piece, again.

Although, if this was acted out, I have trouble visualising how Sam would realistically rise up from the corpse... Would the corpse only be a prop?

Kim.
:iconbarnabus:
The body is just a prop. He lies directly behind it.

And I know how talkative you are :P
:iconbarnabus:
I didn't originally mean it to have such heavy allusion, but it turned out that way, so I went with it.
:iconjanetpm:
excellent writing. i enjoyed it...
:)

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Sometimes all it takes is a little smile or some chocolate cake;
to put a spring in the step of the bi-polar fool.
~Gram Rabbit
:iconwildoats:
I am enamored with this piece. For this kind of script writing you deserve more publicity than this site alone can offer you. Meaning yes, publication.

I would like to perform this sometime, soon maybe, in my advanced theater class at school. If that is all right with you of course. Please let me know one way or the other?

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A picture, like a human, will speak a thousand words, and never say a goddamn thing.
:iconladygekko:
When are you coming my way again? Maybe over the holidays? Hmmm?

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