I’m ready for my close-up now, Mr G.

I suppose one of the biggest problems I have with people who not only believe there is an afterlife but that they already have a seat booked there, just reserved for them, is that it can lead to, how shall I put it, a certain complacency in this life. There’s not quite the incentive to sort out the messes in the here and now if you believe in the great Cinema of Life, you don’t need to pay full attention to the main feature because there’ll be a sequel along right after it with a starring role just for you- a role hand-picked by the great Casting Director in the sky due to the drop-dead talent he’s seen down here. You could, of course be perfectly right. Death is a bit like a Justin Bieber concert (indeed some would say they’re much the same thing) in that you can only understand its full horrors or delights by putting yourself through the experience. A bit like the original version of The Vanishing (not the Kiefer Sutherland remake)in which a woman disappears and the only way her husband can find her is to submit himself to the same dangers. We'll all find out in the end. But I bet I'm right.