I already know my destiny... once upon a time, I died. I was sent to Heaven.
Upon arrival, St Peter took one look at me and said, "Oh no, you've been sent to the wrong place." "There's been a mistake". I barely had time to say, "Huh?" When -- WOOSH -- I was transported straight to Hell (sinning obliges).
Upon arrival, Satan took one look at me and said, "Oh we've been waiting for you.", "That's your room, over yonder..." I glanced in the direction that was indicated... WHOA!
It was a room FILLED with voluptuous naked women beckonning me to come hither -- and cases of Kentucky Bourbon, stacked from the floor to the ceiling!"
I said, " 'Scuse me Mister Satan, but I think that there's been SOME mistake." Satan replied, "No mistake." I retorted, "But my room is is filled with voluptuos naked women, and cases of Kentucky Bourbon stacked from the floor to the ceiling." Satan grinned wryly adding,
Stunned, I again questionned the set-up...
Satan grinning even wider, piked his tail into the air, and spoke again... "Ah but those whisky bottles have TWO holes, and the women have NONE."
MORAL: It's not what we want out of life, rather it's HOW we live it.
MORAL: Short time to live, long time to stay dead.