Heaven's Dinner Mandy Tumminaro Anxiously waiting, suitcase in hand, she is almost inside the AfterLand. At the back of the line, she looks a head. Before her Heavenís Diner. The little place right above you. The place the living wonder about. Inching closer, she begins to see, through the windows the children peep. Has their elders come up above. Before her Heavenís Diner. Looks like something you might find, on the Earthy grass itself. Right around the corner of the street. Do you think about the Afterworld? Does the idea enter your mind. Does it sneak away and hide. Once itís there, it doesnít ever go away, it haunts you, taunts you, every night and day. The thought always gets just out of reach, so tired, so tired you give up, give up on the endless chase, that screamed in your mind, laughed in your face. And when you least expected the Unknown, and only then this thought makes itself shown. And after many years, of times and laughter and tears, you pack your bag and leave Land of Life. With each step, quickening your pace. Your feet walk along the familiar path..... to the Heavenís Diner. Youíve seen it before, on the Earthy grass itself. Right around the corner of the street.