Purple hat

All three were looking and laughing at a small flyer that Jer had found tucked under the rug. It had been picked up from an old gig in Berlin and described a death metal festival talking place in Neudobern.
The source of mirth was the line ups and much arguing was happening regarding the most absurd name
“Mangled Torsos, it’s got to be”
“I admire the simplicity of Dead”
Votes followed for Lunatic Invasion, Rest in Pain and Postmortem
When the hysteria died down Jer, keen to keep the humour going spoke up
“I’ve got an idea”
He handed round a rizla each
“Write your own death metal band name and I’ll select the best and the winner gets to choose the best bedding position tonight. This was a good prize as depending on the accommodation you could end up in a bed or a bathtub and first choice got you the bed.
Only the drone of the engine could be heard as minds concentrated on the important task of choosing the most stupid death metal name possible. Rizlas were gathered and the results announced with Eurovision style gravity.
“Little legs....Severed head of Moses!” Gales of laughter
“Walter”....dramatic pause... “Total amputation!” Confusion..
“How do you mean? What everything amputated”
“Yes” said Walter. “Every part of the body amputated”.. More laughter
“Me...The maggot lords!”. Hooting, ridiculous!
“Mo” ..Jer looked at the rizla, snorting with laughter...”Eternity in hull”...”Hell?” “No Hull”
Several rounds later the hysteria started to abate and people started to nod off, the overnight sleep on the ferry not having being entirely satisfactory.
Little legs looked sideways at Walter who sat with his usual inscrutable expression. He was shaped like an enormous Buddha and sometimes it appeared that he could contain and be able to offer similar levels of internal calm and ageless wisdom. The death metal game though entertaining had left Little legs brooding on his own mortality
“What do you fink actually happens when ya die” he wondered aloud
Little legs own position was, if he had known the word, atheistic, that is logic and experience told him nothing happened. It wasn’t a very comforting thought but he couldn’t stretch to anything deeper. Faith was a leap too far and agnosticism felt somehow fake.
Walter thought for a moment.
“My step parents were Bahai but I didn’t really get involved. Some of it made sense though.”
“Like what”
“Well Bahai kinda says all religions are right. Also its against racism, sexism and nationalism. It believes in a unified humanity”
“Having said that if forbids homosexuality and has a few other silly rules and laws...so you know... nothings perfect.
Anyway I do believe there is something after death, it can’t just be this...
He waved his hand in the vague direction of the windscreen
“Wot, like Holland”
“No this life, this body ,this ...this disappointment,I dunno..who knows..fuck it”
Mo piped up drowsily
“ As Belinda Carlisle says “Heaven is a place on earth  or was it the other way around. Think we played there once”
“Wot heaven”
“No Carlisle....there was a sheep or something...” he muttered and drifted off again
Little legs and Walter exchanged glances and shook their heads.