Kerouac in the Afterlife

He had expected Elysian Fields, the abode of the blessed after death. He had anticipated golden rays of sunlight embracing him and enlightenment washing over him like a cresting wave. Satori and a meeting with the Buddha, wrapped in silk golden robes, drinking milk laced with honey from vessels contrived from the horns of mythical, magical beasts.

Instead of this, in place of the beauty anticipated, Jack found himself poised on the banks of the River Styx with no coins for the boatman.