When you get to heaven...
Your lavish welcoming gift at the pearly gates will be: I would definitely love to have my own island. I want to be a mermaid.
Who will greet you when you arrive? My cousin, who I lost three years ago. Or Kurt Cobain.
The soundtrack will be: I love rock 'n' roll. Some epic Nirvana song, maybe "Smells Like Teen Spirit."
Your fridge will be fully stocked with: Cookies-n-cream ice cream. Fruit, I love fruit. Pizza. I could live with those three things, and chocolate.
It will smell like: Orange blossoms.
The closet on your cloud will be filled with: Just angel wings. That’s all I want to wear, and mermaid tails.
If heaven has an open bar, the signature cocktail will be: Definitely tequila, anything with tequila.