I died and ended up in Heaven. I was angry because it was another place. When I was alive, I was in places. Why the differentiation?

I wandered around Heaven, angry. People would smile and say hi and I ignored them.

The thing is, it’s hard to maintain anger. If you do, it becomes pretend anger, which is actually funny.

So I trailed off into acceptance and joined a choir. I spent my days singing hymns, which was basically a job. However in Heaven, you don’t get paid for your efforts. Someone there told me it covered room and board. But in Heaven, no one eats or sleeps. So I’m not sure what they meant.

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