“Why would this place prove that Heaven exists?” he asked. “Because it’s Hell,” she had said....

“Why would this place prove that Heaven exists?” he asked.

“Because it’s Hell,” she had said. “It’s like believing that the tails side of a coin exists and denying the heads side. If this piece is real, then everything should be.”

“Should be,” John had scoffed. “We don’t know anything. This might happen to everybody. Life was bad, death is worse. Who knows? This could be some weird nightmare I’m having as my body dies. When my blood stops flowing to my brain this will all go dark and be over.”