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.