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.
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.
The being
looked at him in surprise. “What made you think this is heaven?”
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