Heaven is on earth. Live like there’s no tomorrow because when you die, it’s over. Lights out. Just like that dead squirrel in the road ran over by a dump truck. Nothing else.
Some day we'll see, won't we?
If I’m wrong it’s going to be bad.
You are correct. If we’re wrong, you can have a good laugh at our expense. Something to consider.
Uh, no we can't. We will be dead. Actually, really dead.
People who choose to brew up their own storms bitch loudest about the rain.
