The doctors told me I might not make it through.
I feel peace because I had a good life;
A luxurious life, never needing, but usually wanting.
I had one small regret that I never gave to the poor.
Oh well, if they want something they can go get it
Themselves. I made my money the old fashioned way;
Born into it, and if I don't make it, I will miss
Shopping most of all. I wish I could take it with me.
I am awake in a medical slumber. I feel good. No pain.
I have no sense of time and see a light. I've heard
These stories of those weirdos on TV who "see a light
At the end of a tunnel." I guess it's the pearly gates.
I'm going to Heaven. I've never felt better than I felt
In this comatose state as I near this light. I'm
About to see the face of God!
If I live, I can't wait to tell everyone about this
At my next cocktail party.
Drifting, it's becoming more brilliant.
It has the brightness of the sun, yet my eyes feel
No pain and the warmth is so inviting. God's arms.
I sense a feeling of weightlessness, falling or floating,
Being pulled toward the ever warming light.
I can see rays now. I feel like an angel on morphine as
I twist and twirl in this tunnel of delight.
The tunnel has vanished. Was it there at all? Only the light is here.
Wherever I am and whatever I'm doing I am being
Encircled by phantoms, like spirits or angels.
They are beautiful and move so gracefully, welcoming
Me and beckoning me to follow toward the light that
Seemed to be the center of all things. It is growing
Hotter as I near it. Is it supposed to be this hot?
I feel as if it is burning my skin. A nervous dread comes
Over me as this huge light seems
To grow hotter tenfold for every second I near, as if
Time exists in this unworldly place with it's unworldly
Inhabitants. These angels have me. What is this all about?
I am being pulled without hands to this inferno!
Look at them! God!
God! It burns! Help me God! Save me from this flame!
I'm sorry God! Forgive me Lord! Please
God! get these horrors off of me! Save me God! Save me!
The family stood around the casket, and crocodile tears were abundant.
The thought of inheritance eased the pain for the few that attended.
The dead lady's brother and sister-in-law had booked business class tickets to Italy. It was time for the human chess game in Marostica.
The hired priest was finishing: "...the remission of all their sins, that through pious supplications they may obtain that pardon which they have always desired; who livest and reignest for ever and ever. Amen."
The brother and his wife had similar thoughts: "I didn't think he would ever shut up."
He noticed his baby sister was crying. After all, she just lost her older sister a few days ago. He knew they had been close.
"It's time to act." he said to himslelf in all confidence. Gathering everyone around her, he commanded all to hold hands as the priest, now forgotten, looked on as the brother said his own prayer: "We'll all be together again, in Paradise. Amen."
The heartbroken little sister did not say amen, but thought, ironically, that the word improper is after impromptu in the dictionary.
The mans wife agreed her two cents and said "Yes, we'll all be together soon."
The priest silently agreed with the sister-in-law, and a grin ended the funeral.
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