Okay, Amos, you've done it now. They had a grand old scenario laid out for you, old buddy...the instant review of your life just ended, with reflection upon the triumphs and screw-ups...followed by the mysterious trip down the tunnel (scary, scary!)...the appearance of the bright light (wow!)...the meeting with the Being of Light (could be anyone that suits you, such as Jesus, Mohammed, your departed father, the Virgin Mary, or maybe in your case, Howard Cosell)...the total explanation of REALITY where all your questions are finally answered...and the grand reunion with all your loved ones and Angelic guardians, plus a tour of the heavenly regions, followed by the usual period of relearning the non-material ropes...and then some sessions investigating the possibility of your next incarnation.

Well, it's all been cancelled. Nixed. Expunged.

When you kick the bucket, Mr. Cynic, you are going straight to a cruddy little office in a 3rd rate highrise in the most boring sector of the galaxy, where you will sort life insurance policies for the next 50 years and nothing otherworldly will happen at all. Nothing supernatural. No angels. No visions. No nothing. Boring, boring, boring! You asked for it, and you're gonna get it. :-)

- LH