My death was rather dull, to be honest. But afterwards, when I ascended to Heaven, that was spectacular as you can expect. Although it was odd, after I was welcomed by St Peter, he led me down some corridors, muttering something about ‘cultural job fixations’, and then opened a door. Inside was a hotel room, basically. A really nice, one, but still just a hotel room.
“Here’s your room.”
I licked my lips slowly.
“Uh, John 14:2 says I got a whole mansion…”
He chuckled to himself.
“I’ll book you some time with King James and a baseball bat then.”