When people die the good go to heaven, the bad to hell.
Well thats what the bible says, luck has it that Conor is in heaven.
Ok not actually in heaven yet, but he is in the queue thats lined up at the gate.
Nobody in the queue seemed in a talking mood, but Conor can’t blame them
dieing still sucks even if you know you are getting into heaven.
The guy in front of him is let into heaven and the big gate that shine like pearl are closed again.
A old man with a white beard walks back to his desk and sits in his chair again.
He has his reading glasses on and he looks over them straight at Conor.
“Conor Mahoney?”
“Yes, yes sir.” Conor replies rather nervous.
“Don’t worry theres no test.”
The old man gets up from his chair and moves to the gate.
He is wearing a big robe and has big ring with lots of keys on it on his belt.
“Saint Peter right?” Conor asks the old man.
“Glad someone still knows who i am.”
He replies while removing the ring from his belt.
“Ok so lets see which key was it.”
The first key doesnt seem to fit the lock, and he starts with the next one.
“No, wait this one is to the villa in the Caribbeans.”
He tries the next key but again its not the right one.
“God why do all these keys look so much alike.”
After 5 more keys he is at his final key.
“Ok here we go.”
Right when Saint Peter is about to unlock the gate a loud horn blows.
“Oh, sorry Coner my shift is over.”
With big wings Saint Michael lands next to the gate.
Saint Peter gives Michael his ring of keys and tells him to let Coner in.
“Not sure which keys I tried already, they all look so much alike.” Peter tells Michael.
“No problemo, lets try this one first.”
And key after key doesnt seem to fit the lock.
Conor is keeping his patience, and so are the rest of all the hundred of people behind him.
We will leave him there, and go through all the clouds back down to earth.
Well thats what the bible says, luck has it that Conor is in heaven.
Ok not actually in heaven yet, but he is in the queue thats lined up at the gate.
Nobody in the queue seemed in a talking mood, but Conor can’t blame them
dieing still sucks even if you know you are getting into heaven.
The guy in front of him is let into heaven and the big gate that shine like pearl are closed again.
A old man with a white beard walks back to his desk and sits in his chair again.
He has his reading glasses on and he looks over them straight at Conor.
“Conor Mahoney?”
“Yes, yes sir.” Conor replies rather nervous.
“Don’t worry theres no test.”
The old man gets up from his chair and moves to the gate.
He is wearing a big robe and has big ring with lots of keys on it on his belt.
“Saint Peter right?” Conor asks the old man.
“Glad someone still knows who i am.”
He replies while removing the ring from his belt.
“Ok so lets see which key was it.”
The first key doesnt seem to fit the lock, and he starts with the next one.
“No, wait this one is to the villa in the Caribbeans.”
He tries the next key but again its not the right one.
“God why do all these keys look so much alike.”
After 5 more keys he is at his final key.
“Ok here we go.”
Right when Saint Peter is about to unlock the gate a loud horn blows.
“Oh, sorry Coner my shift is over.”
With big wings Saint Michael lands next to the gate.
Saint Peter gives Michael his ring of keys and tells him to let Coner in.
“Not sure which keys I tried already, they all look so much alike.” Peter tells Michael.
“No problemo, lets try this one first.”
And key after key doesnt seem to fit the lock.
Conor is keeping his patience, and so are the rest of all the hundred of people behind him.
We will leave him there, and go through all the clouds back down to earth.
