frodave

     I couldn't believe there was a sign.  A sign that said "Welcome to Heaven," no less.  No pearly gates, though.  I was disappointed.  I passed under that sign and read another.  "ID cards necessary.  Please proceed to Lobby."     I checked in, and the lady looked at me very strangely when I told her my profession.     "Aren't you a writer?" she asked, very seriously.     "Uh-yes.  This is my day job."     "Well, who cares about that?"  She issued me a nice little card, with my name, deathdate, and a little picture.  It was just like the AAA office, but with clouds.  Underneath all of these it said "writer" in big block caps.  She