There is no beer in Heaven according to my deceased father.
After he died he came and visited her one morning and laid next to her in bed. She said he was a blue light. The asked if he was alright and he said yes. She asked how was it where he was at and he said” There is no beer”.
He loved his beer.
True Story.
A friend of mine was in and out of it on his last days. I can’t say he had “died” and come back - probably just dreams, but.....
We were gathered around his bed. He stirred a bit and his eyes shot open.
“Beer.”
“What’s that Frank?”
“There’s beer here.”
Then he fell back into his sleep.