Although it might appear as rather arbitrary, and in fact it was, Heaven was divided into multitudinous groups of people. The membership of each group was determined by the last words they uttered on Earth. For example, the members of the “I-Love-You-Darling Group” had experienced a fairly run-of-the-mill death in which they were able to utter a reasonably civil statement as they passed on. The “Goodbye Group” and the “I’m-Going Group” were other examples. The “Au Revoir Group” was made up mainly of foreigners but the occasional person who spoke proper English made it into their ranks.
Most groups had many, many members, and for a millennium or so St. Peter at the Pearly Gates had wondered whether or not other criteria might better suffice.
There was one group that was the envy of all. It was known rather jovially as the F Club. Very few belonged to it. The members were the victims of some sudden accident when their plane dropped out of the sky or they saw a huge articulated truck plunging headlong into their vehicle. Their last word was an exclamation of surprise, as you might imagine. So sought after was the desire for membership to this group that St. Peter had to slightly stretch the rules. He had to allow for different parts of speech that used the word. For example, some people may have turned the word into a verb and not finished the sentence before expiring. However, a line was drawn if the F word was followed by “heck”. It reeked a little of Hecate and was considered vaguely inappropriate.
No one was surprised at the small affiliation in the F Club. Most in the circumstance of final accident had exclaimed a naughty word. They had, naturally, been cast into Hell. But those more lily-tongued had screamed at the point of accident not an unacceptable curse, but simply “Flip”. As stated, those whose final “Flip” was forever wrecked by a verb plus Hecate – “Flippin’ Heck” – were cast aside. As was “Freakin’ Hell”.
So here’s to the three members of the F Club. May they forever rejoice.
An odd way to categorize a group.
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Nothing’s odd these days…
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True, but I was hoping heaven would better organized. Guess 2020 has hit everywhere.
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Final word groups would possibly be a more rational way to group than by nationality.
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I thought alphabetically or by year of death.
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St Peter is possibly looking for an advisor on the matter – but fortunately it’s not urgent!
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Haha! The most perfect dog in the world has just left me. I guess he got a better offer from St Peter to get heaven into shape than helping me with my book Reviews. I can’t blame him for going, but I wish he hadn’t.
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Yes, I lost my dog 5 weeks ago – just 4 years old – and had developed epilepsy.
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Bruce, I’m so sorry. That’s much too young.
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Thanks, Iseult.
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https://weaveaweb.wordpress.com/2020/08/30/1923-my-beautiful-bubble/
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I’ll be in the au prevoir group.
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Ha! A good prediction!
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I meant au revoir!
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I figured you meant au revoir! But it was a prediction nonetheless!
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🙂
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I’m afraid I’ve been a member of the F club for most of my lifetime. Hope there is a place in heaven for those who have learned to use it creatively…but I’ve never been better than hopeful.
On a slightly different note I’ve always looked forward to heaven as a grassy hill on a breezy sunny day with all of the dogs I have owned and loved (and myself) re-united.
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I always wanted to ask an historian/scripture scholar if it was likely that Jesus had a puppy when he was a kid. If so, there’ll be pets in heaven!
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Pretty alarming, that is, if you swear. Not the sweet by and by. Though I guess you’d end up with like minded compatriots…
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The swearers go to hell?!
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nah, they just get joined up with the swear group in Heaven, right?
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I’ll let you know!!!!!
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Will there be a “Heavens to Betsy” club, do you suppose.
What in heck does that phrase actually means?
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I haven’t heard “Heavens to Betsey” for years. I think the last time was Mrs Leach, a neighbour, using it in 1958. She also used to say “Get away!”
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I’m gonna try getting into the habit of yelling “Flip!” every time I see an articulated truck. Just in case…
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Ha! And don’t ask an airplane to “flip”.
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That would be an hilarious skit: half of the people on the plane want to go to heaven, so whenever the plane hits turbulence they scream “flip!” The other half is terrified that the plane will flip.
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Agreed! It could be fun. I must admit that the movie I became most helpless watching was “Flying High”. It think (it may) have gone under another title in the USA. Whatever, I was out of control in hysterics.
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Yes, “Airplane!” That’s a beautiful movie.
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Freaking Hell!!! I didn’t see that coming! I am sure, however, being a true Indian who is never short of filthy expletives in such unwarranted violations of one’s life, I am never going to make it to the elite club.
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To curse with words whose origins are in Sanskrit is surely bordering on the classy…
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I’m a bit surprised you didn’t mention the group whose final words were, “Here, hold my beer.”
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Ho! Ho! Ho! and Cheers! That sounds like a waste of a good brew.
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It can be very entertaining on occasion.
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My main goal is to not get into the category of embarrassing deaths.
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Anyone who reared 5 will surely instantly float up into the upper level.
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Only if they don’t kill each other first!
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