Taking a number in a waiting room and sitting in a tiny, uncomfortable chair for what seems like eternity is nothing compared to actually sitting in a waiting room for an eternity. That's exactly what Barbara and Alan had to do, and they were surrounded by other dead people who looked to have it even worse off than they did. From the man with the shrunken head to the charred cigarette smoker and the woman who was literally cut in half, I had plenty of reason never to want to visit another waiting room again.