"By the way, I've been wondering about this a while and meaning to ask. Is heaven just a place where you stand all day and talk to the person whoever god paired you up with like a secret santa gift exchange?"

"No, and what do you mean 'a while'. You've only met me last night."

"Doesn't matter. Now answer my question."

"Don't be so impatient. But like I said, no. Here, come with me."

"Where are we going? If you're trying to push me off heaven then I'm not falling for that."

"Of course not, why would I do that?"

"Um, one, my brother just won against your doppleganger whatever last night and two, you barely know me so it won't hurt you if you have to live with the non-existent guilt."

"Yeah, I saw the match last night too. You and your brother played your part, and so thanks."

"Uh...sure?"

"I would be guilty too, if I did push you off, you know? I knew you a long time ago before you met me."

"You did?"

"Yeah, I always watched you."

"Stalker."

"Aren't you going to ask why?"

"Fine. Why?"

"Because I was jealous of you."

"Oh?"

"You got to help your brother find his path after you died, before he released your soul from the scarf to heaven."

"You have a brother too?"

"In a way, you can say that. Now hurry up, we want to get 'there' in time for lunch, don't we?"