To avoid Hell, you've had to become the Grim Reaper for a century, and your last soul to dispatch happens to be looking up at you from his toilet, in a drug-hazed confusion as to whether or not this is even real. He's had a long and weird run as the king of rock and roll, but you have to move him on. Write a story about it. Since we've extended the duration of this CotW, the winner gets 35 big ones. Go.