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I like to think that there is a heaven. Somewhere above us, or perhaps on a different plane entirely, there exists a place where souls who have departed this
world can watch over those of us still in it. The thought of that type of heaven existing makes me feel so good, it gives me comfort about this tenous thing we call life.
Because then, the deceased can look down, see the half-assed way their loved ones intially tried to memorialize them and then see how quickly their
memorial, and thus their loved ones memory of them, turned to shit.
Yeah, the thought of that being heaven comforts and amuses me. And aren't those two things what religions are all about?
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