There is an area a bit smaller than a football field surrounded by tall ivy-covered stone walls in which are set precisely a dozen ornately carved stone exits. Scattered around the central area there are tables bearing piles of clothing and kegs of hot chocolate and water and protein bars with labels in unfamiliar scripts and pamphlets and books in Chinese and Arabic and French and English and banners labeled in six languages "Dead Republic Entrance #193". Right in the very middle there's a kiosk labeled "Lost? We can help!" in ten languages. A completely random-looking assortment of humans is already present, and every now and then a new person appears out of nowhere. Statistically, this year, most of them appear because they've just had an ischemic event. Sometimes they appear intentionally, from another afterlife, for business or on vacation.
One of them was just hit by a van.