it all seems so stupid now. Our ideas of Heaven change from minute to minute eg swimming in chocolate at the Cadbury's factory secret pool with chocolate fountains and................ sorry, what were we talking about?
Honey, I plan on there being a party wherever I am.
If my destiny is hell, it's gonna end up the place to be--like those private clubs during prohibition where you had to go through the hot steamy kitchen, and down a dark narrow stairway, but once you gave the password, you were in for a night of flowing bootleg liquor, cool jazz, and beautiful people laughing and dancing, and exchanging meaningful glances.
Every bored angel in heaven will be asking around for the address and the password which will turn out to be, "Health in the Navel, Marrow in the bones, and down the hatch."
I hear all the interesting people will be in hell. And I sure don't like the sound of mormon heaven. But I'll be taking an infinitely long dirt nap instead of either option.