Hell, I never did really believe much in life after death. I guess the idea sounded a bit like hope to me, so I have to admit to being surprised when I did find out.
But my first surprise was I never even saw the truck coming.
Fact is, I was looking across the street at this sweet young thing's ass. The skirt she had on came down just barely to the bottom of her butt cheeks, I couldn't help myself.
I stepped off the curb to go over there, get me a closer look.
Didn't feel a thing.
Next thing I knew I was standing in line, every few seconds the line would move a step or two.
I couldn't see the head of the line, it vanished off into the distance. I turned and looked back, the line behind me was getting long, too.
What the hell, I followed along, looking around. There wasn't much to look at. Just the flat white plain going on and on, the single line of people moving a step or two, then patiently standing there in silence.
I did notice a few of them were naked, that seemed odd.
After what seemed like one darn long time I looked up, here was this guy in white robes, big long beard, just sitting there in a chair.
I had expected big pearly gates, green forests, streams, flowers. Maybe a few horns playing music in the background would have been nice.
Each person in front of the line stepped up, there were a few words and they vanished, then the next one stepped up.
Finally it was my turn.
"You are assigned back to Earth." He said.
"Assigned? To what? What do I do?"
"You watch."
"Watch what?"
"Everything."
"What do you mean, everything?"
"Quit asking so many questions, you are going to make me late for lunch!"
"But...."
"Git! Or I will post you to an emerging Sun for a few million years!"
"Am I in Hell?"
"There ain't any such place, GET OUTA HERE!"
With that I was gone.
I found myself standing stark naked in the middle of the street.
I glanced around, heads were starting to turn my way. Instinctively I reached down to cover myself with my hands.
I didn't even see the truck coming.
Just fuck!
After waiting in line for what seemed like a few years, noticing this time that about one out of 100 or so were stark naked too, I looked up at the same old guy sitting in the chair.
"You lasted a long time, I see." He said, with a sneer.
"Hey, you dropped me naked in the middle of the street!" I protested.
"We can't send clothing. Costs to damned much! Deal with it!"
Poof.
I was standing stark naked on a beach.
I looked up, there was a big sign.
It read, "Clothing optional area ahead."
OK. Cool! This will work.
"Hey, you!" Someone shouted at me.
I turned around, a cop was standing there, a mean look on his face.
Why do fucking cops always have to act so damned mean?
"What?" I asked.
"The clothing optional area is over there." he pointed.
I looked over there, about 30 feet away there were naked people everywhere.