Heaven and hell

Swines, swine flu, swine fever. It's all over the place. And I should worry. But I'm not worrying. My mum says that I will be the first person to go under the grim hands of this flu because of my unhealthy lifestyle. I don't think so. And if so, so what? They will just give me anti-viral tablets and fat injections and I will live to tell the tale. Somehow I think that if the Black Death had to come along, it would probably claim a lot of people, and let me go. Not because I think my royalty has anything to do with it. But because I am convinced that there is yet more to go. Yet more sadness to go. So I'll be left weeping and burying everybody, and everybody will be partying in heaven while I will be rotting away on a hell on earth. The thing is that heaven won't have me and hell is scared that I'll take over. I do not know why I keep staying alive. My mum thinks I should be thankful. But should I? If we are here on a journey which leads to a perfect life, then why are we going to such great lengths to preserve ourselves? Why quit smoking if it cuts ten years off me? It will mean I get myself faster to the perfect life, be it above or below. So that should be a good thing. But then would I really find a size 24 coffin? That's another problem. And if I decide to get cremated, will my ashes fit in a normal urn? No I don't want a normal urn, I want a pink pretty urn. I guess I'm tired and my mind fails me, or perhaps it's a vey odd mind, probably the cause why they won't take it on heaven or hell.