Andy Russell lay on his death bed drawing one pained breath in after another. Around him, his family hung on every breath thinking that might be his last.
Inside Andy, his soul fought tooth and nail to stay with his body. Throughout his life, Andy had been determined and always got what he wanted. But now as his life ebbed away, his soul took notice of the two entities standing at the back of the room. It was these two deities who would determine the fate of his soul and his soul wasn’t keen to engage them in the question of Andy’s eternity.
The two entities were Wayne and Greg. These were the angels of the next world. Wayne was the representative of Hell and Greg the Angel of Heaven.
They were friends charged with after the death of a soul to direct it to either the downstairs or upstairs. Their day had been interrupted by Andy’s impending death. In a way, they dreaded Andy’s passing because they had long detected that the soul in question was afraid of them and therefore would put up an extraordinary battle to avoid facing them.
Wayne tapped his foot impatiently, and Greg checked his nails as they waited for Andy to breathe his last. Before arriving, they had checked Andy’s life story and concluded Andy could be a candidate for either up or down.
Andy had been a politician most of his life. In that capacity, he had learned the ability to enact great deeds and at the same time develop the ability to lie with a straight face.
There was a sigh among his family as Andy took his final breath. His soul floated up out of his body and Wayne, and Greg stood to attention as the soul floated towards them.
“So,” announced Wayne, “Your time’s up.”
“Well Andy,” said Greg, “here we are, at the moment of your eternity.”
“So, what’s it to be?” asked Wayne by now very impatient. Impatience was a virtue only the agents of Hell possessed, and Greg often felt envious of it as the Heavenly bodies like him did not possess such a quality.
Andy’s soul hesitated a moment before moving towards Greg with a resigned but hopeful on his face. Then looking at Wayne and realizing his bad deeds in life far outweighed his good he stood beside Wayne.
“As I thought, “remarked Greg, “a good choice. A choice I’m glad you made and not us.”
“Welcome to your eternity Andy,” announced Wayne as a dark shadow moved across Andy and led him away.
The two entities now satisfied their work was over stood and watched as Andy drifted away.
“I’m feeling a bit peckish,” said Wayne as Andy’s soul disappeared.
“Same here,” replied Greg, “souls can be such exhausting creatures.
“You pack a ham sandwich* today?” asked Wayne
“Certainly did. You bring the sushi?” asked Greg already licking his lips.
“Would I let you down? Hell’s Kitchen, the best sushi in eternity,” exclaimed Wayne handing Greg a small wrapped parcel of delicious nourishment.
“Enjoy the sandwich, Gandhi and Mother Teresa were on kitchen duty today,” said Greg as both angels settled down to eat their favourite meals.
- It was well known that in eternity Hell was where you found the best sushi and heaven the only place to get a decent ham sandwich.