"Whoah man, what just happened?" Said Bassist 'Cool Tony' as he suddenly apperated into existance in a carpeted den with a circle of public shool plastic chairs facing eachother.

Next, the drummer 'Slim Tony' appeared, shirt off, drumsticks still swinging. "AHHHHH!!!! What the hell!? What is this!? Where's the stage, man!?"

The Guitarist 'Tony Smokes' came next, half a cigarette in his mouth, still strumming his beat up electric guitar, eyes half shut. He didnt say a word, but he slowed the strumming down to a halt and opened his eyes astonishingly 75% of the way. He was certainly shocked.

Last to appear out of nowhere was the singer 'Punk Tony'. He was still belting into a microphone he grasped. "... AND ILL NEVER HAVE THE RECIPIE AGAIN!!!"

The four of them looked at eachother, instantly sobering up from the song they were just thrashing out to. Standing there looking at eachother dumbfounded.

Punk Tony motioned to the room. "What the hell is this!? We got teleported? I was right in the middle of-"

"Gentlemen!" Came a new voice. "Welcome, please come take a seat." It was someone who looked oddly familiar to all of them. Yet none of them could quite place it. He had neat short hair and thick black glasses...

The four of them awkwardly approached the circle. There were other people there too, the faces all looking oddly familiar but no one able to place them, other than the obvious Elvis Impersonator.

"Go on, take a seat." The host with glasses motioned. "You can call me Mister Holly, and Id love for you to join our discussion."

"How in the hell did we get here!?" Slim Tony the drummer demanded. "I was just behind my kit! I still got my sticks for crying out loud! Look, Our guitarist still has his Axe man! Our bassist... Well his insturment is gone. This don't make sense man! How are you supposed to hold a great rhythm section without a bass!? At least bring back HIS axe man!"

"Oh, Im sorry I dont get to choose what comes through with you guys." Mister Holly said. "Now please, For the group what are your names?"

Punk Tony, Being the speaker and frontman for the band, took charge. "Well this is Tony, Tony, Tony and Im Tony, and together we are the greatest punk band in north western Montana: 'The Anti-Anthonies'!"

"Gah, that punk shit again!" A long haired man with shades griped.

"Jim, its not your turn." Mister Holly interjected. "You had your time to speak, now its time for our new members."

"Members?" Cool Tony wondered out loud. "We didnt sign up for anything!"

Mister Holly sighed deeply. "Look guys, I hate to be the berrer of bad news here but..."

"You're dead, hunny!" The Elvis impersonator cut in.

"Totally! Snuffed out!" The man named Jim agreed.

A blonde haired guy in a sweater nodded grimly. "Yeah dudes."

"WHAT!?" Punk Tony yelled and shot up out of his chair. "DEAD!? NO! We were just playing the BEST gig of our life!"

"Fifteen people were there, Man!" Slim Tony said.

"I don't get to see what happened to you." Mister Holly explained. "Im just here to help you deal with it. And yes, somehow all four of you... Tonys... were killed at the exact same time while playing a show."

"Lucky for you. I died in a damn bathtub." Jim added.

"Jim... Please." Mister Holly shot him another glance. "Whether it was a drug overdose, plane crash, Ham sandwich... it dosnt matter. The cold hard truth is that you are here now, in the afterlife. There are no more shows for any of you to play, And I am here to help you deal with that."

"There's always another show, Bubba!" Elvis said.

"We have been through this, Elvis. That is called 'Conceptual Conservatism' and we need to start to get away from those paths of thought because it will only get us stuck in the same loop for all of eternity."

Mister Holly turned and addressed the entire room, more as a lecture now. "Folks, Great musicians... Punk rockers... We need to learn when its okay to set down the guitar and drum sticks. We need to learn that now the show is over. There are no amplifiers where we are heading after this meeting."

Cool Tony asked "Uh, where are we heading after this?"

"Back to hell man!" Jim said. "You know what it is? A loud bar and a polka band that plays 24/7."

Punk Tony cried out for all of them in the room. "Nooooooooooo!!!!!!"