Anneli Byrd

Heaven is looking a little bit different these days. The pearly gates are still there, but rather than gracefully swinging open wide to admit you, St. Peter will hand you a machete and you will need to hack your way through the thick blackberry vines to reach the latch and then squeeze through quickly before the vines snap the gates shut. The streets are indeed lined with gold, but there are odd cracks with lettuce growing out of them. The angels are looking a bit grubby as well.