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going.
    â€œI’ll look around for that Adam,” she says. “You two made a great-looking couple.”
    Seriously, that guy was so hot. Please, please let there be phones in heaven.
    I’m blowing her a kiss as I walk out of the waiting room. The angel and I are heading out to the common area and . . . wait, oh my God, is that, is it? Oh my God, it’s my grandparents!

It’s Like I Died and Went to Heaven
    My grandparents are here! I’m still shaking. I was told that early on, like centuries and centuries ago, everyone just met up with their family right at the gates of heaven, but it became too much of a mosh pit with everyone screaming and hugging and being hysterical. No one could get anything done. So they built these buildings like Building Blissful to keep things moving along and organized.
    I’m sorry that I cut off so abruptly back there, but when you see your grandparents who you haven’t seen since they died some twenty years ago, it kind of takes your breath away (no pun intended). No one even told me that they would be here. I honestly forgot that I would see them. I just assumed I was in this whole heaven thing alone.
    I walked out of that waiting room, and they were just standing there: my grandmother and my grandfather and my uncle Morris.
    The feeling of seeing my grandmother for the first time, with no offense to my grandfather or uncle Morris, was the most hysterical feeling I’ve ever known. We had been so close before she died. I missed her so much. I’d thought about her almost every day for the last twenty years and here she was. It was her, her high-pitched nasal voice, her smell of lilacs and Aqua Net hair spray. I couldn’t stop hugging her. I couldn’t stop looking at her. I kept staring at her face. Of course I had pictures of her in my apartment back on earth, but to see her in front of me, each line on her face, the way her red hair was hardened so perfectly into a helmet on top of her head and “high” like she’d tell the stylist at the beauty parlor when I was a kid, “The hair needs to be higher!” It was her, my grandmother, in the flesh . . . er, spirit. I couldn’t stop crying and shaking.
    â€œI missed you so much,” I cried to her.
    â€œI know, sweetheart,” she said, “and now we’re together again, and we’ll be together for a long, long time.”
    â€œLook how much she’s grown,” my grandfather said, reaching his arms out to me. “She’s a woman.”
    â€œI am,” I screamed hysterically. “I am, I grew up!” And then things just started pouring out of me. “I went to the high school prom and I went to college and I moved to Los Angeles and, Grandmom, I took care of my teeth. Remember on your deathbed when you told me to take care of my teeth? I did! Look at my teeth, I never had a cavity and I brushed and flossed every day!” I screamed as I flashed my mouth at her.
    â€œWhen did I ever say anything about your teeth?” She asked me.
    â€œOn your deathbed, it was the one thing you asked of me.”
    â€œWhy would I tell you to take care of your teeth?” She started laughing.
    â€œWell, you did. You told me to take care of my teeth and then you died.”
    â€œI must have been so out of it,” she said, dismissing the one thing I did to help keep her memory alive. “Well, I guess it wasn’t the worst thing to ask of you.”
    This pissed me off a bit.
    â€œWait a minute,” I winced. “What about the dreams? I used to dream about you a lot, was that really you in my dreams?”
    My grandparents smiled at me.
    â€œYes, of course.” My grandmother smiled at Grandpop and uncle Morris, who smiled back at her. They really did come into my dreams. I want to ask if I can do that too, but before I get a chance I’m being passed from my grandmother’s embrace to my uncle Morris’s. I guess