Monday, June 9, 2008


Heaven was, well, heavenly. Each day was just as wonderful as the day before. The sunrise was always a blushing gold, the sunset, a drama of orange and black. The grass was always green and smelled of eternal spring. George golfed with his spirit guide every day and always won. His wife never whined and his children were always polite, obedient, and happy.

Everything was the same, day after day after day. In fact, after a while, perfection got somewhat boring.

"I really didn't realize heaven would be so much the same all the time," George finally said to his spirit guide.

His guide looked at him in surprise. "What made you think this is heaven?"

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