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.