Will there be no jealousy in the afterlife? No boredom? No hunger? No bowel movements? What about clothes? Will we all have to wear shapeless smocks down to our ankles? And underwear—will a touch of lace be permitted or will everything have to be very plain, very puritan? Heaven: a vast ante-room full of souls milling about in their uniform smocks, searching anxiously for their other halves.
