the Funnelwhich

Terry Zhivago whimpered softly and rolled over

In Heaven today, Terry Zhivago slept soundly in her bed. She’s snuggled in her bed covers now, dreaming of beautiful things. If you were to open her bedroom and peek your head inside, you would hear the soft snores of a person who’s at better times now and the contented rustle of a person sleeping like a log. And you would be touched, if you knew the whole story, and you would probably cry a little.

Jesus wipes his eyes and leaves the bedroom corridor.