The Not
Even Black. After life there is nothing, there is no heaven or
hell, there is no vast void in which our souls float. We are
gone, there is nothing… not even black. In a way there is not even the NEB other than a notion; just to give you some sense of closure.
RIP in
peace granmama, it’s off to the NEB with you.
Will Tiddles go to heaven daddy? No son, he’s not
even in the NEB now.