Joseph

3/6

The angel stares at me from the gates of Heaven.

“Name?”

“Uh… Joseph.”

“Well Joseph, you can be judged for all your sins, mortal and venal. We weigh your soul and it must be lighter than this feather.”

“I can be judged this way. Is there another option?”

“Or you can roll these two dice. Six or higher, you get in. Less, and you have to wait outside the gates for all eternity with the other losers.”

I think about it for a second. “Give me the dice,” I say. Even if I lose, I’ll probably have better conversations with the losers than I ever would with all those weightless-souled tightasses in heaven.

Rattle rattle rattle. Roll!