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.