It was awesome. I came back to support my wife. I knew she’d be heartbroken. I met St. Peter at a door. Not a gate. He had a thick book of my life. His only question was. So. How did you do? As if asking about my execution of a mission. I said pretty good so far. And since I didn’t indicate being done. He sent me back. It’s funny. Now I know that dying doesn’t hurt at all. It’s actually peaceful and beautiful. But I’m being Extra careful now. Knowing at any minute. Shit can happen and you’re on your way.