Re: Shady Shrink-wrapping Shenanigans.
She probably has a booth at a flea market. I used to see that kind of fly-by-night stuff happen all the time there.
I think heaven is what you make it. When I close my eyes for the final time, I hope to wake up standing in a grassy, breezy, sunlit field, a green tennis ball at my feet, and a little black lab, with a white diamond on her chest, running right towards me.