Perfectly Different

I remember someone telling me that once you're dead, once the end of the world is over, and once the world of heaven and hell begins, there is a sad, but true fact that we have to accept.

That even in Heaven, there may be certain clauses.

The concept of Heaven is that it's a place where every good soul will ultimately and eternally enjoy the rewards of their earthly labours and sacrifices.

A daughter that selflessly took care of her sick mother for 23 years may not want to see her mother anymore. Instead, she may want to surround herself with 23 naked New York Firemen.

A wife that has sacrificed her earthly lust for the neighbors husband to be faithful to her own, may want to spend her eternity doing the horizontal lambada with Mr. Swinton (just picked that up from nowhere) next to a river flowing with Dom Perignon.

The point is, every soul will be busy with their own rewards. Everyone will be relatively the same age (so I was told).

And therefore, when your one wish is to meet up with a certain someone that you miss, the person that appears before you is a 110% exact replica of that person, even down to his deviated septum. Not, the real person. Or the actual person's soul. That person is busy with their own vivid and/or devilish plans.

Will you get to meet up with your mom? Of course. Her exact replica. Your mom will be busy canoodling with Rober Redford (also his replica) or Lawrence of Arabia.

How will it feel? Will we be contented? Or will it be that person, who is perfectly different?

I'll tell you what though: I wouldn't mind a replica of Anna Ohura, Marquetta Jewel and Ava Devine any time of the day!