El Más, Más Allá - After the afterlife

After the Afterlife Who are you? Who am I? Hahaha. Who do you think I am? No, no, no. Take it easy. I'm God. It's a joke. Most fall for it. God. A pleasure to meet you. Some call me Hashem, others the Holy Spirit... Lately I've been called Karma and I like it very much. Others call me Internet. But basically God. Wha, what? You're God? Huh. So this must be heaven. And heaven looks like a clinic. A hospital. You're teasing me. What is this? Let's see, Jonathan. One step at a time. To your first question, yes. You are dead. Second question. Yes, you are in heaven. And yes. It looks like a hospital room. But look at the plush toys. We just put them here. Most people believe, and this is Peter's fault for bad marketing, that heaven is white, and all beautiful No! Heaven is the same as where you were before. Then... I'm still sick? Of course. The cancer patient next door still has cancer. And you think the guy who has only one arm can suddendly swim? Then... what's the difference between life and Heaven? To me it looks the same. The same? Everything is whiter, everything is cleaner We have a soundtrack There's plush toys. And it's all in high definition. Huh. And you couldn't have picked a better song? Isn't it incredible? And it's just the chorus looped over and over, all over Heaven. I don't know. I imagined it differently. Prettier, more celestial. And you, I pictured you, I don't know... whiter. Everyone pictures me differently. The thing is, I shaved about 1500 years ago. As to magic and celestiallity, we can do something about that. Ta dah. Here's your magic. Wait a second. If this is Heaven... then how is Hell? Hell... it's been about 15000 years since I last went to Hell But I can assure you it doesn't rain as much as here It's way warmer, and there's the ocassional, delicious barbeque. But, I don't want to be here. You still have an eternity here in Heaven. Wait. If I'm still sick... I could die, right? Technically, yes. And... if I can die... I could kill myself? Yeah. And what would happen if I commited suicide? I don't know. I don't recomend it, though. Because nobody knows what's after the afterlife. It can't be worse than this. To me, this is perfect. No. I don't like this. I'm going to risk it. He's awake! He woke up! Come over, help me. Easy, easy. Rest, rest.