The doors of Valhalla swing open, music & mirth pouring out.
The valkyries usher in a woman with piercing eyes and an intrepid air about her.
"I didn't expect THIS," the woman says.
"Most do not, sister," a valkyrie chuckles.
"Who's in charge here?" she asks.
"Why, Great Odin, of course."
"Right. Is that spelled with one D or two?"
Lois Lane wasn't going to let a little thing like death stop her from getting the scoop of the year.