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A (very) short story

Once, there was a boy named X who did such and such.   He moved around, ate and drank, and shit and pissed, like every other boy who has ever been.  Then he died.  The end.

Well, not really.

This boy went to heaven.  He said, God, why not just put people in heaven in the first place? God, because he didn’t exist, said nothing.  And X lived happily ever after.

This boy had a sister named X.   She died too.  But she went to hell.  She asked the devil, why am I here?  What did I do wrong?  Satan, laughing, said nothing.   Eventually, she blamed God, and came to realize everywhere is hell, even heaven.  And she lived happily ever after.

After about a googolplex years, even all the people in their permanent afterlives died a second time.  This time they stayed dead.  And they died happily ever after.  Or maybe I should say they stayed dead happily ever after.   Or maybe I shouldn’t say anything at all.  

The End.