ABSTRACT
The stereotype ofharps'n'haloes Halleluia heaven was not expounded to me in so many wordrlike most societal norms, it's passed on almost telepathically. It's widely ridiculed, now-and yet, I have no doubt there are adherents to the Old School of Hereafter. My Reward is subtly different: if there truly were a god who wished me happy in eternity, he would provide (I use the masculine advisedly: notwithstanding all respect due women, any deity I'd acknowledge "Omni" must be male) endless rows and ranks and crowds and hordes of men with one desire: to sink their cocks into my throat and plant their seed. Concomitant to this, a thoughtful god would smooth my teeth (or pull them), strengthen my mandibulars, and pad my knees. To such a god, yes, I would gladly kneel.
