Landon was ninety-four years old. “I’ve had a good innings,” he said. “My life has been satisfying. I believe in the afterlife and am looking forward to it.”
He had a little time to go on the final leg of the race. “I’m eager to meet up again with everyone I knew in life; family, friends, and acquaintances. What a reunion it will be! It’ll be great to catch up with my wife Eliza and I’m especially keen to see my daughter and the two grandchildren and the great grandson who have all predeceased me.”
It took about a year, but eventually he did pass away. His excitement was palpable. “At last! At last I’m almost there!” were his final words.
When he got there, everyone was preoccupied with their cell phones.
Weave a Web 
I don’t think he made it to paradise.
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I’ll text him and find out.
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👍🏻
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Are you sure that was heaven? Sounds like Purgatory, although I heard the church has abolished Purgatory.
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Sounds like hell where the same attention leeching miseries follow us. At least it wasn’t fire and brimstone, and screaming and agony and chaos.
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Sorry Landon. Take a number and wait in/on line. ‘Your call is not too important to us.’
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I would hate to see their roaming charges.
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And you know, it could happen that way.
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Yep.
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Are they on a group chat? Because if so, that’s definitely Hell.
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One of my sisters and her husband are always together on the phone when I call. I’m getting too old to deal with two at once.
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My parents do that sometimes. And neither can hear very well, so they end up repeating everything I say for the benefit of the other one. It kind of gives me a headache, but it’s also pretty funny.
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I’d be worried about the way those stairs just end in mid air
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You have to take the plunge!
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