You see a tombstone behind the bar. Suddenly it opens up, blinding lights fill the entire bar and angels start to sing.
I arise with my arms stretched out, a handmade holy above my head and a badly crafted pair of wings woven into the back of the shirt i'm wearing.

"I'M ALIVE!", I proclaim. In a robotic motion, I grab the next alcohol my left hand is able to find and toss it over to you.
"AND THE ALCOHOL IS TOO!"

The bottle of alcohol shatters as it makes contact with the wooden top of the bar. "LET'S PRAY! Dear God, thanks for finally sending a message to nearby customers to visit us. I thank you also for your mercy, that has shown itself by the alcohol still being as tasteful as ever and the fresh fruits still not being rotten inside. Please, support me with serving one of the best drinks to this fine customer, that he ever tasted!"

The angelic choir starts singing again and from suddenly a small cocktail glass full of a red, fruity and flavourful alcohol is floating throughout the bar, passing your shoulder and at last setting itself down onto the top of the bar in front of you.

"THANK YOU!", I - who you must now think has gotten crazy or took some pills by pharma-giant Texeteti' Inc. - shout out to the ceiling.
"If you enjoy your drink, please consider donating some drama llamas. I needed to fire the facility manager of this establishment, because I couldn't afford him anymore. Or was it a her?......Anyway, every llama counts."