To begin with tonight, thank you. Thank you once again. And I could go on and on. This thank you is for all of those who have written me on my blog. From those who have given me medical advice, spiritual advice, and poems. And for those that haven't given me any advice, but have just given me a kick in the ego. Ok, enough for the thanks.

On to something more important. Carl Jr's six dollar burger is definitely worth it. Their french fries are out of sight. Their onion rings scrumptious. And the dipping sauce is better than average. What a wonderful taste of decadence.

Death is just a state of being. So many people relate death with religion. I don't feel that death is a religious subject. It's simply a sestation of the complicated physical machine that our body is. The soul however which only hitchhikes on this philological machine, could be considered religious. For that is where God truly resides in each one of us. The proof in this is that heaven is a sweet beautiful wonderful place. A grave however has a stench worse than any other malodorous manifestation. So by simple logic if you were to take a pile of dead bodies and a pile of eternal souls you can see that the soul doesn't die. Otherwise heaven would stink like hell. Because I am sure there are many more souls in heaven from human, animals, insects, and even wombats, all the way down to a lowly blade of grass. Which too must have a soul as it is a living thing. And if you have ever filled a garbage bag with fresh mowed grass and let it sit for a short while, when you opened that bag up the smell would gag you. Yet the smell of a fresh mowed lawn is pleasant. Which is the smell of all the souls of those blades of grass you just cut. Once again souls smell good dead stuff stinks.

Now I think I have covered about all there is I've shown appreciation, I've given you some good advice (Carl's Jr.), and I've proven without a doubt that it's much better to be alive than dead. And that heaven doesn't stink. So there's nothing to worry about. No need to carry a roll on with you.

God Bless and start asking some more intelligent questions. But try to make them so they don't require allot of intelligent thought. I mean they don't have to be dumb. But at any level from the little yellow bus up. We all got trophies you know. I'm special, are you? Of course you are! We're all special! It's just there was only so much room on the little yellow bus.

Again, God Bless, keep it clean,
The afterlife messenger