by Michael C.
When Emilio Garcia returned
to consciousness after having died and been
buried, he was more than a little thrilled.
We do come back after
death. We do. We actually do, he thought, as
he gently floated through the clouds, finally
landing in a field of stunning beauty.
This must be Heaven. Its
so magnificent. But where is God? he wondered,
and then he noticed a glistening throne upon
which sat a bearded figure in a white robe.
Its him. Im
going to get to talk to the Almighty. Hell
explain everything . . . answer the question that
has haunted me my whole life.
Without moving a muscle in
his gaunt body, he found himself at the foot of
the throne and kneeling before its hallowed
Hello, Dear Lord. Ive
waited so long to ask you this one . . .
Before Emilio could finish
his sentence, the All Knowing and Omniscient
addressed his burning question.
I cant explain
the meaning of life to youfor it
defies even my understanding. But I can
direct you to the best place to eat up here.