April 1st’s Bizarro is funny, but also problematic. How can people who are engaging in constant conversation be “incapable of conversation”? But I am happy to see a depiction of an afterlife without cell phones. Can you imagine how long it would take you to get from one cloud to another if you were stuck behind a group of people texting as they walk?
But also feel free to discuss the question of afterlife, whether there could be one and what it might be like. I am including a poem by Patrick Philips, “Heaven,” that is currently displayed in New York subway cars below, to spark discussion on that.