Teddy was looking down the barrel of a loaded .44 magnum went it went off. Teddy wasn't suicidal, he was stupid. Tommy didn't know the gun was loaded, didn't know he had pulled the trigger. He didn't even know he was dead. All he knew was he was standing in front of some guy who looked like he'd been run over by a bus.

"Nah, weren't a bus. I was crossing the street and I seen this cab coming. I figured he was going to stop. Boy, talk about stupid. That was a New York cabby. Probably hit me on purpose."

"Where am I?", Teddy asked

"Stupid Hell."

"Stupid Hell? Didn't know there was such a place."

"Didn't know that gun was loaded either, did you? You ain't bad enough for regular Hell but too stupid for Heaven. God thinks, er, knows you'd be a bad influence so here you are."

"How long am I going to be here?"

"How long you going to be stupid?"

"Oh. You mean there's no chance of getting into Heaven?"

"Don't be stupid."