“ I don’t believe she’s in Heaven and I don’t believe she’s in a better place. She’s dead and when we’re dead, we’re gone. There are no blinding lights, there is no happy musuic, there are no angels waiting to greet us. St. Peter is not at the Pearly Gates with a big fat fucking book, our friends and Realitives are no holding a seat for us at a divine dinner table, we do not get a tour of Heaven. We’re dead and that is it. No more.
A Million Little Pieces.
