Having no way to prove or disprove an afterlife, I think it wiser to just wait and see. This life should keep everyone busy enough anyway.:smack:

The only thing I'm sure of is shit happens, some good, some bad, that can't be explained.

I just refuse to believe that my parents made the two-backed beast and created my life, so I therefore cannot accept that the death of a bunch of tiny little cells can end it. I'm immortal... but braced for a nasty surprise. That's no reason for angels to swarm me like benevolent gnats. They should hang around someone else, or chip in for gas and rent.

You mean, like ceiling cat?

That's right, all your fore-bearers watch you masturbate. :eek3:

Grandma? Wait! I can explain!

"You know, I used to think it was awful that life was so unfair. Then I thought, wouldn't it be much worse if life were fair, and all the terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve them? So, now I take great comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the universe."

-- Marcus to Franklin in Babylon 5:"A Late Delivery from Avalon"