Heaven doesn’t exist. Once you’re dead, everyone’s equal. Well, almost everyone. For the first week, everyone looks down on you. Because for the first week, They don’t let you know how you died. But when I first came down, I was determined to find out how I died, and I was not about to wait. I sneaked to the park near my house to look for clues. On the bench near the raging river sat my older sister Lisa, crying. “Why? Why didn’t I-now he's gone!” she sobbed. Could she have… then I glance up at the bridge and remember.
