Funny, this sure wasn’t what I expected when the ole Grim Reaper came along. For years, hell, practically my whole life, I was told the good go to heaven- spending eternity in pleasurable pursuits, and the naughty go to hell- paying for their earth bound stupidity. Now, I can’t claim I lived the life of a saint; I like my beer a bit too much, like the horses even more, and well, lets just say I liked variety far too much to ever settle down with just one person. I wasn’t what you would call exactly pious, but I sure as heck wasn’t one of them genuine freaks heading for glory’s ole barbeque pit. The reality of this whole death deal is definitely different from what I say most expect. Instead of gleaming cities, full of rapturous loved ones, it’s like one big room, of well, nothing. It’s like when your waiting in the dentist office, that annoying non-threatening happy music piping in, surrounded by strange looking people you’d rather not talk to unless you have to. That’s what this whole...