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
"John Richardson."
"Hmm, John Richardson, 45 years old, shot in the head, you're gonna have to wait for the 次 bus."
"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."
"Damn."
I walked to a nearby coffee shop,...
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