It was storming overhead when I decided to take a shower. I think I'd heard a warning from my mother once about how I shouldn't do that. Something about the lightning running through the pipes and into the water and through your shampoo into your body and you'd be found later, naked with the water still running or overflowing the tub and into the apartment below.

Nothing bad happened while I was showering. I think I survived. If not, heaven looks and sounds a lot like my bedroom. Maybe it's hell. Maybe hell is spending the rest of your life surrounded by all the crap and dirty laundry you couldn't be bothered to pick up in life. Sure, it wouldn't bother you for the first twenty years, but after a while it would really start to get to you.