Originally posted on my blog Sloth And Dignity.
I have an idea about what happens after you die. I think when you go to heaven, St. Peter lets you in, they show you to a room. You take a sauna, somebody brings you a plate of cookies or a slice of cake. Then you take a nap.
Later on, when you’re ready, they take you to a huge room, and everyone you’ve ever met is there. And everybody gets together and tells each other exactly what was going through their fucking heads. Then you all have a good laugh about it all. I see lots of back slapping and smiling eyes.
Wouldn’t that be a great thing to look forward to?