A legendary imagined afterlife, where there is perpetual
happiness, a fiddle that
never stops playing, and dancers who never tire. There are endless pure green hills and the sky never goes gray.
Beer flows like rivers and there is never a weary soul.
It is said you must be either an Irish sailor or a cavalryman to be worthy to enter.
When a sailor or cavalryman dies, they will enter Fiddler's Green. All of their fallen friends will be waiting for them there with
two pints in
hand. They will
stand and watch as everyone else marches off to hell.