How I Will Spend Eternity
The topic came up when we drove past a beautifully landscaped cemetery. “How would you like to spend eternity there?” H.E. asked. I shrugged and made a face. “So long as during the part of eternity I’m spending there, I’m dead.” H.E. laughed. “Are you trying to do a Woody Allen?” “Woody Allen? What did he say?” “I don’t know. Something like, ‘I’m not afraid to die. I just don’t want to be there when it happens.’” “Hell, yeah. I…