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‘You’ll end up in either Heaven or Hell when you snuff it’ said my mate Prayerful Pete, ‘so you’d better begin behaving yourself before it’s too late’.
I wasn’t planning on dropping off my perch just then, but you never know what’s awaiting you around the corner so I decided to become a really good guy in the hope I might just strike it lucky, although my friends found it quite amusing when I said Grace before tucking into my Big Mac!
I said my prayers and hopped into bed early the other night because I really didn’t feel too chipper and soon after I nodded off I woke up again only to find myself in a strange place, and it certainly wasn’t the Land of Nod!
No, there were people standing around with wings, and a lass beating out a boogie on a harp; I kid you not, I’d made it to Heaven!
I was in urgent need of a celebratory beer, so I asked a chap if there was a bar and he said there was a no-alcohol policy but he could introduce me to a guy who knew the back way into Hell’s Kitchen, the bad boy’s boozer on the other side, whenever I needed a pint!
So, here I am in Heaven and I tell you what, it’s worth behaving yourself for, I’m even getting a bit of a sun-tan.
Thanks to Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting.