For psychotherapist Dr. Moon his seven o'clock appointment every Monday was the one that he dreaded the most. His client  was the devil. The devil had been coming to Dr. Moon for a little over two months to complain about the problems in hell and how he thinks he is getting no respect.

High above the chimney of the crematorium smoke of a radioactive variety smoldered. Then there was an ejection of ashes let loose from inside that nearly caused the crematorium to explode. These were ashes of people that were tread on by radioactive particles. This was the crematorium of radioactive souls. I watched from across the river and the billowing sparkling smoke nearly overtook my vision. It was in that building that legal spiritual murder was being committed. You could debate burial over cremation as there are those that believe that cremation not only burns the body but also burns the soul. I breathed in the radioactive air which contaminated my lungs. This air also had a sickly sweet smell to it, one of burning flesh. I wondered what the souls about to be cremated thought as they were to enter the cremation fires. It was like watching special effects of a stage performance shrouded in mystery as the smoke clouds appeared in odd shapes and took on appearances of faces of the cremated souls only to dissolve back into random cloud formations. Then another pressure built up and a loud bang was heard as more radioactive souls burst into the sky. Inside the crematorium there was a body of a radioactive man awaiting the brick fires. His body had recently been baptized for the other world by an occult priest. 

​Kathryn was a young girl, the age of nine to be exact and she had never been to a graveyard before. Funeral proceedings had just finished at the church and her family made their way by walking across the church yard to the adjacent graveyard. As they entered through the gates, the young Kathryn felt that she was entering into another dimension. She hoped that while in the graveyard she may get the fortunate opportunity to see a ghost which was something that she believed in. Kathryn watched as the body of her grandfather was lowered into the ground and several men with shovels tossed the earth back into the dug out plot. It took no more than fifteen minutes and that's when she knew that her grandfather was no more. The priest said his final prayers and she looked down at the freshly turned dirt that was over her grandfather's body and she noticed that the dirt was uneven, so she walked on the dirt to even it out with her hand. The priest stopped his prayer and turned to the girl and said, "Never walk on the grave of the deceased, especially one that has recently been buried."

​He had been a methodical serial killer for his whole life. He had outwitted the police and the F.B.I. with his methods and he vowed in his letters to them that he would never be taken alive. But now in his graying age he knew that technology and science had caught up to him and they had his DNA and they were tracking him with it. This was too far out of his knowledge, despite being a skilled surgeon and a master of the human body. DNA sequencing and the techniques that they used to track him were too complex to manipulate. He had to concede to this fact and make the final preparations for his ultimate departure, and this was a gag that people would be talking about for centuries and would put him in the history books, along with his one hundred plus killings.