While I was outside having a fag just now, I started thinking. That awful martyr of a registrar came to mind; you know the one who refused to do her job properly and got away with it, and who attracted a lot of misplaced sympathy in the process.
I believe that when one dies, one is dead. That is all there is to it. There is no passing away, passing over or passing on to another place, either upstairs or down. However if I am wrong I do hope there is no such place as heaven, as it will be full of people like that registrar. I also hope that there is no such place as hell, as it too will be full of people like that registrar.
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