Vincent fidgeted as he waited in the ten-items-or-less lane for he clearly had more than ten items in his basket. As the line of impatient shoppers grew, he was sure he'd be humiliated for the sin of supermarket disobedience. Frozen Cornish-hens were sure to be launched at his large frame. If only he knew he'd be visiting the afterlife after being hit by a car in the parking lot, he would've checked his anxiety attack at the customer service counter.
As Vincent's spirit rose above his mangled body, so too did each of his grocery items. Each item told a remarkable and embarrassing memory from his past, as his life flashed before his eyes based on those items. He was forced to examine his current state of unhappiness as he awaited the answers to the questions: Would his life end in the parking lot of his favorite grocer? Was he accurate in the belief that heaven was non-existent?
