I hate to lob bad voodoo onto anything as great as going to heaven. But it occurs to me that if I ever do make it past the Pearly Gates, then sometime between St. Peter saying, “That little cloud with the silver lining is yours,” and all my fellow heavenites finally giving up on my ever learning how to play the harp, at least one of the following five people I’ll meet in heaven will try to beat me up.... Read more