They say that when you die, you see a white light and go to paradise. Well, the first part was right. I followed the bridge light but instead of ending up in paradise, I ended up in Processing. Maybe I took a wrong turn at the Pearly Gates or something.
Word from the front (of the queue) is that Heaven is full. They’ve reached capacity and like a crappy leisure park nightclub they had to wait for a few thousand souls to leave before they could let any more in.
So here we are. Apparently this is my heaven for now. Sitting in the cleanest doctor’s waiting room I’ve ever seen, waiting for my number to be called.
It’s a bloody good job I’m British!