What's Your Frequency, Baby?
You’re not sure how you, a popular late night radio DJ from the aughts, deserved to be cast in the fiery pits of Hell with a capital H, but here you are. And because the universe is playing a running gag reel on even your afterlife, you find yourself the focus of an avid fan of your segments back when you were topside in the land of the living and he was tuning in from Hell.
Who knew the damned (and damned good looking) could pick up FM radio all the way down here?
Too bad your domineering boss is in a vicious, decades-long rivalry with the guy.