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road. Angels adorned the golden pillars, and choirs sang in the pulpits at the bottom. McNeill turned and gazed at the gates. Awe-struck and gazing too far up towards the gates, he fell flat on his back. Death sighed. ?Since this is your first time in heaven, I have to give you mandatory tour of the cursed place.? He let the sentence dribble off as a he winced at the thought of God and ?his Heaven?. He continued, ?Since you haven?t reached celebrity status, you don?t get to go to the real Pearly Gates?? With his arm outstretched, Death?s pointed to the left, towards a tacky plastic replica ?And even there, at the chat show hosts gates, no, not even there.? McNeill was beginning to wonder where he would actually be staying. He started to open his mouth to speak, when Death cut in

again. ?I know, I know, I can read your thoughts and I know that you want to know where you are actually staying, yes?? McNeill nodded obediently. ?Well,? Death trudged on, ?over to your right, yes, you see the small hole?? McNeill turned slowly around, and stood head on, facing the hole. ?Yeah, so?? McNeill said this with a rather worried tone in his voice. ?Well, that would be the stairway to hell,? Death said ominously, ?And the place where most people who don?t have any real social status go? With the last sentence, a chill in Death?s voice was apparent. ?You see, Mr McNeill, we don?t like to jest much up here in Heaven, and when a job has to be done, it will get done?? Death was fast becoming a less humorous character, and the warm glow that he seemed to have about him

disappeared. The bumbling fool that McNeill had met down at that LA apartment was fast disappearing, and a chilling, cold and fearsome character was emerging. In the distance, the fluffy white clouds dispersed and thunderous black clouds rolled in. The wind started up, and the Angel?s retreated. McNeill was sweating whilst muttering hurried prayers and curses under his breath. Death rose from the ground, arms outstretched in a pose of sheer power. His face contorting to that of a madman. He began uttering loud curses in a foreign language. McNeill sat quivering, fear taking over his entire body. His mind said ?Run!? but his body refused. He was oblivious to what was going behind him? He turned round, the hole gaping open again, but this time a view of a hospital ward, his kids

and wife crying. He turned, jumped and ran. McNeill shot bolt upright. He looked around, sweat pouring down his face. It took a short while for his eyes to adjust, but when they finally did, he realised that he was in a hospital. Not any hospital, but the one he saw through the black hole. He looked around, shooting glances at sleeping patients. He looked at the hospital clock; ?11pm, Damn,? He thought to himself, ?visiting hours will be long over.? ?Man, what a strange dream, I wonder what the hell really happened.? His head was spinning and it hurt. He needed to get some more medication or something, he thought. A nurse stood folding bed sheets a few feet away; her back turned to McNeill. He decided to shout on her, but as to not wake the patients, he quietly whispered ?Excuse

me? to the nurse. The nurse turned round. ?Thought you could escape, did you?? The nurse?s face was replaced by the grotesque image of Death, his voice echoing throughout the hospital ward. Death began to laugh maniacally. McNeill began to scream?