(Someone asked me, why don’t you write something depressing? I think they were being sarcastic. Anyway, here it is.)
Lachlan had lived an average sort of life. He’d told the odd fib, but it didn’t amount to much. He’d given the occasional dollar to the Salvation Army during their Annual Appeal. He’d paid his taxes. He never once got a ticket for speeding. He’d been worn to a frazzle rearing his kids and driving van-loads of exuberant youths to this game and that, and so on. It was an average sort of life.
Eventually he died. He joined the line at the Pearly Gates.
Saint Peter said, “You lived an average sort of life. The standard here is very high. I’m sorry but you’ve missed out.”
“Oh, dear!” said Lachlan. “So I’m going to Hell?”
“No,” said Saint Peter, “as a consolation prize we’re sending you into oblivion.”
I guess it gives new meaning to the term get lost
Well I’ll be damned.
Certainly not a cloudy judgement
Heavens no!
Maybe he should have introduced himself with a halo
Amen to that.
I should leave before things Peter out
Yes – it could cast a Paul over everything.
Gate stuff!
🙂
Seems like death is going to be a lot like life, but probably without wine. How depressing.
Ha ha! You’ll just have to grin and beer it.
Never.
I thought Peter would send him to the DMV at lunchtime…wait, that is worse than hell.
He only told little fibs, not great DMV whoppers.
I had an email from Bruce and this is what he said: “I can’t get onto any WordPress site at present. So I haven’t died – but won’t be about until whatever it is, is fixed!”
You’ve all been told. 🙂