When age and all its dried up masters br have finally caught up with you, br though you're not ready for disasters, br 'is this seat ta...how do you do? ' br You wake up early in your bed, br another day's translucent wings. br The very next day finds you dead, br (they say it's one of those damned things) . br br And, on the way to your Valhallah br you get a glimpse of afterlife. br You hope that either God or Allah br will be more lenient than your wife. br br At last you see the Pearly Gates, br they have your rap-sheet with all entries, br you wonder if they do debates, br instead, are taken by two sentries br straight to a break inside a cloud, br where padded stairs, marked by a bell br start their descent. A well-endowed br olive skinned angel, straight from Hell br now takes your hand and you just follow. br br And soon you enter a dark cave, br you think and find it hard to swallow br that you are here. But to be brave br is what you've learned and do admire. br You figure that this stark damnation, br with sulphur smell and constant fire br is better than annihilation. br br That's what they mean by 'finite, ' friend, br when you got nothing, zilch, null, nada, br and when you're finished it's the end: br You lose the bloomin' enchilada. br br The moral of the story is br for one, if you do not quite measure br up to the standards that are HIS br be warned, St. Peter's greatest pleasure br is to add up all of your sins br and that includes the smallest lies br meanwhile, in Hell the devil grins, br they kick you out of Paradise. br Deep in your heart though you do know br that it is better to be hot br and watch the Bloody Brimstone Show br than to be not, than to be not.