I met Kurt Vonnegut in the next world, and he was hiding somewhere, not sure of what to make of the fact that he was in the next world, dead in this one. He was

I met Kurt Vonnegut in the next world, and he was hiding somewhere, not sure of what to make of the fact that he was in the next world, dead in this one. He was still Everyman, I noticed, and perhaps had something of his humor reawakened, because really, how could he take anything after death seriously? The last I saw of him he was chatting it up with Philip K. Dick, both believing that they were in one of the others' novels.