"I Saw that time was a meadow not a highway;

that the psyche was an all-night restaurant, not a museum or a church;

and that on every conceivable level, belief in a here after was hazardous to health.

Moreover, the world would not be destroyed, at least not until the sun pooped out in about two billion years and by then there would be other options.

"But what about Judgment Day?" Ellen Cherry found herself whispering.

Every day is Judgment Day. Always has been. Always will be.

"Anything else?"

Yes. Just this. The dead are laughing at us.

"Wow," said Ellen Cherry Charles