“Did you wish he was dead? Or that he would die? Or that someone would shoot him and…” The speaker paused, and examined the top sheet of paper in a stack. “Put him out of our misery? Yes, I do believe that’s how you phrased it.”
I stared at my feet, which were sunk ankle deep into the fluffy white ground. “You seem to have a record of everything I’ve ever said.” The ground obviously wasn’t grass and dirt. “May I ask a question?”
The speaker paused, and looked at the twelve people sitting in two rows, inside a little enclosed area, then at the rather huge, bearded being behind an equally huge, ornate desk. The being nodded.
“Where am I?”
The speaker laughed. So did the twelve. When the speaker stopped laughing, he informed me, “This is the court of the afterlife Here, we decide what you will do to help people on Earth, and in the kingdom, to pay for being an ass while you were on Earth.”
“What?”
“Oh, you are guaranteed eternal life in heaven. That’s how the Jesus bit works. But, you do have to learn that your actions have consequences. Here, we review your actions, and decide what those consequences are.”
He looked at the stack of papers, and nodded his head, “It will take a lot of 40 hour work weeks but, you’re going to pay for that.”
“This is not what I thought would happen.”
“That’s what they all say.”
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