Ianto finally decides to bite the bullet and he takes a sip of his coffee. It doesn't seem to taste half bad, or it just tastes good because Ianto realizes he can taste something. He puts the cup of coffee down on the picnic table in front of him, and he looks up at the woman with a smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, nothing really leaves you ready for the act of dying. Then again most people don't tend to come back, or find themselves somewhere completely different." He scoots over on the bench to make room for Adia to have a seat if she wants simply so she doesn't sit on the other 'dirty' bench. He reaches back for his coffee, and he takes another drink. "I've never been religious either, but I suppose we hope that we'll be greeted in Paradise or wherever it is by loved ones. Or we just end up food for the worms."

Ianto stops as he raises an eyebrow. "Sorry for the macabre conversation." And he smiles a little. "It's just I happened to well..." He lifts his one hand off from his coffee cup, and he wiggles his fingers. "...experience it first hand. Well at least rigamortis hasn't set in yet."