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.