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Lights up: On an anvil. Falling, and falling quickly. You under, the anvil. A dreadful squashing sound. Lights down.
And, Lights up: On you, standing at the pearly gates. Hoping desperately that your name is in the book of life. The line is long. You wait. Lights down.
Intermission.
And, Lights up: On you, still in line. Bored, you start a conversation with the man behind you. His name is Bob, and he offers you some Mesquite Barbecue Lays. You think, "I'm watching my sodium intake..." Then you think. "Wait, I'm dead. Fuck calorie counting!" Suddenly ravenous, you accept the proffered chips. Lights down.
2nd Intermission.
And, Lights up: On you, finally at the head of the line! St. Peter looks up your name... and you're on the list! Sweet! You realize you've gotten yourself into the most exclusive club this side of the River Styx. Your joy is slightly dampened as you turn back to tell Bob the good news, only to find that he has vanished in a flash of fire and smoke. Apparently he wasn't on the list. Poor Bob. You bend your head a moment in remembrance, the taste of Mesquite Barbecue still heavy on your tongue. Lights down.
And, Lights up: On you, getting the grand tour of heaven! Your angel guide, St. Marvelous, shows you all the hot spots your new plane of existence. All melancholy nostalgia relating to Bob's recent demise leaves your mind as you are shown wonder after wonder. The Melty Cheese Factory! The Pillow Room of Clown Joy! Castle of Nine Cloud Star Friends! The Fields of Entropy! The Elder Caverns of Ready Love! The Holy Fresca Fountain! The Holy Sushi Bar! Lights down.
And, Lights up: On you, standing at the counter of the Holy Sushi Bar. The angel on duty waits patiently on your order. His name is St. Sanitary. Waiting patiently is part of his job, and he does it well. You turn to your guide, St. Marvelous... he nods at you somberly, as if to say, "Go ahead son, you can do it." Lights Down.
And, Light up: On you. You straighten your legs, place your hand confidently on the counter, and surprising both St. Marvelous and St. Sanitary with the clarity and resonance of your voice, make your order. And St. Sanitary is not easily surprised. That's also part of his job. The angels look at each other, nodding in agreement. The kid came through. The kid made a good sushi choice, and that choice was... what? Lights fade out, and the curtain falls.
Applause, tentative at first, then with a rising intensity until it reaches a thundering crescendo. They love you! They really love you! They will all go out and try the sushi you made famous by ordering it at the Holy Sushi Bar!
Well, what was your choice?
Trust me, like the cake-or-pie question, this is of CRUCIAL IMPORTANCE. Think long, definitely think hard, then post your reply and don't disappoint your fawning admirers.
And, Lights up: On you, standing at the pearly gates. Hoping desperately that your name is in the book of life. The line is long. You wait. Lights down.
Intermission.
And, Lights up: On you, still in line. Bored, you start a conversation with the man behind you. His name is Bob, and he offers you some Mesquite Barbecue Lays. You think, "I'm watching my sodium intake..." Then you think. "Wait, I'm dead. Fuck calorie counting!" Suddenly ravenous, you accept the proffered chips. Lights down.
2nd Intermission.
And, Lights up: On you, finally at the head of the line! St. Peter looks up your name... and you're on the list! Sweet! You realize you've gotten yourself into the most exclusive club this side of the River Styx. Your joy is slightly dampened as you turn back to tell Bob the good news, only to find that he has vanished in a flash of fire and smoke. Apparently he wasn't on the list. Poor Bob. You bend your head a moment in remembrance, the taste of Mesquite Barbecue still heavy on your tongue. Lights down.
And, Lights up: On you, getting the grand tour of heaven! Your angel guide, St. Marvelous, shows you all the hot spots your new plane of existence. All melancholy nostalgia relating to Bob's recent demise leaves your mind as you are shown wonder after wonder. The Melty Cheese Factory! The Pillow Room of Clown Joy! Castle of Nine Cloud Star Friends! The Fields of Entropy! The Elder Caverns of Ready Love! The Holy Fresca Fountain! The Holy Sushi Bar! Lights down.
And, Lights up: On you, standing at the counter of the Holy Sushi Bar. The angel on duty waits patiently on your order. His name is St. Sanitary. Waiting patiently is part of his job, and he does it well. You turn to your guide, St. Marvelous... he nods at you somberly, as if to say, "Go ahead son, you can do it." Lights Down.
And, Light up: On you. You straighten your legs, place your hand confidently on the counter, and surprising both St. Marvelous and St. Sanitary with the clarity and resonance of your voice, make your order. And St. Sanitary is not easily surprised. That's also part of his job. The angels look at each other, nodding in agreement. The kid came through. The kid made a good sushi choice, and that choice was... what? Lights fade out, and the curtain falls.
Applause, tentative at first, then with a rising intensity until it reaches a thundering crescendo. They love you! They really love you! They will all go out and try the sushi you made famous by ordering it at the Holy Sushi Bar!
Well, what was your choice?
Trust me, like the cake-or-pie question, this is of CRUCIAL IMPORTANCE. Think long, definitely think hard, then post your reply and don't disappoint your fawning admirers.