I can just see St. Pete rummaging behind his podium, and saying, "Don't worry, I'm sure we've got your hair back here someplace . . . but first, can you say, 'Strike me down, and your journey towards the dark side will be complete!'? For me?"
ha! I imagine he'd bargain for a lightsaber before saying it. "I need the proper setting to get in character, and the setting will always be incomplete without a lightsaber." After all, it's heaven. They've got to be able to procure one there.
At my uncle's funeral the eulogy consisted of various people offering remembrances of him. One of them read excerpts from emails that he'd sent to her. (She actually set her laptop up on the lectern, which I think my uncle would have loved but which the priests were none too pleased about. *grin*) In one of the emails my uncle went on at great length about the divinity of the Sega Dreamcast, so I'm willing to bet they have those in heaven too.
The idea that my uncle gets to play with lightsabers now does make losing him easier to bear. I hope they gave him the Force too, and maybe some pet robots. :)
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Thanks, hon. *hugs*
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At my uncle's funeral the eulogy consisted of various people offering remembrances of him. One of them read excerpts from emails that he'd sent to her. (She actually set her laptop up on the lectern, which I think my uncle would have loved but which the priests were none too pleased about. *grin*) In one of the emails my uncle went on at great length about the divinity of the Sega Dreamcast, so I'm willing to bet they have those in heaven too.
The idea that my uncle gets to play with lightsabers now does make losing him easier to bear. I hope they gave him the Force too, and maybe some pet robots. :)
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