After dying, I went to heaven. Funny story, actually.
So after I got there, I had to wait in this big line! I didn't know what the hell was at the end of it. So about two hours later, I was at the beggining of the line. As it was my turn, I stepped up to a man wearing a flight attendant uniform.
"What's your name, mister?" He asked me
"Hmm, John Richardson, 45 years old, shot in the head, you're gonna have to wait for the 次 bus."
"There are busses that take あなた to heaven. Now, あなた can wait in one of our many lovley shops of caffes."
I walked to a nearby coffee shop, and got a mocachino. I sat at a 表, テーブル with a goth girl and an old man.
"So, how did あなた guys die? I got shot in the head."
"I commitied scuicide."
"I died of old age."
"Oh. Must suck to be dead, doesen't it."
"I thought being dead was fun."
"OH! MY BACK!"
I walked away from the tabe with my coffe. The goth girl and old man were freaking me out.
I ended up near a Macy's, where I went in to browse. I saw a nice, ピンク polo shirt. "My wife would've loved this." I said. And then my phone rang to my annoying beeping ringtone. I need to change my ringtone, I thought to myself.
"The 次 bus is here. あなた can take it, John
"I'll be right there."
I ran to the bus station, where I coud pass the inspection. I was sitting on the bus.
"Hi and welcome to Heaven Express. This is bus 49121. We will be taking あなた to Heaven. Please enjoy the ride." She didn't give us saftey tips. Maybe because we're dead.
The bus ride was rather short and pleasant. Everybody was polite, and the bus was cleaner than my commute bus back in earth. Finnaly, the bus ride was over, and we opened the gate, and...
I woke up in my ベッド on Earth.