[Ok, this did sound like it needed more alcohol. Holding a hand up to indicate Peter to wait, Remy pushes himself out of his seat and heads over to the bar, only to come back with a couple of more shot glasses and a bottle. Setting down a second glass in front of Peter, he got himself comfortable once more.

This sounded like a long explanation.]

'm sure 'm someone's idea of heaven, [Remy answers as he fills the two glasses in front of Peter.] If it ain't ya's, then ya just got bad taste.

None of us be dead here. This place be a meltin' pot of a whole bunch of universes all stuck in the one place, from different times too. Ya may be dead, or dyin' where ya from, but here ya very much 'live.

Provided ya don't do something too stupid.