Heaven Ain’t What It’s Cracked Up To Be
by Karl El-Koura
I’m not the kind of person to complain—I never was. But now that I’m dead, I’m finding it a bit hard to keep quiet. The thing is, you lead a good life all your life (or at least as good as can be expected from anyone) and you do it because … well, let’s not be coy about it … you do it because you want to enjoy the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Now here I am, and to tell the truth I’m just flat not impressed.