A/N: This is a story about Eddie Guerrero and his journey through Heaven, plus a conversation with Him.
A Journey Through Li-Death
Eddie POV
All of a sudden I woke up. If u can call it that. When I stood up I wasn't in my hotel bed anymore. I was in a blank place. Like when you look at blank paper, except I was more like inside the paper. Then I saw a blue door. So I opened it. Up ahead was a path going up……way up. I was curious so I went up the "long" stairs. But once I touched the first stop I disappeared and appeared on clouds! OK… what the he-he-he…..huh? I couldn't finish the word. It was like a force that didn't let me finish the word. Weird. Then I saw a line formed in front of a desk. A person wearing all whit was behind the desk, looking through a book. I went up to a person.
The person was all bloody and bruised. He was missing a hand and was limping. But somehow he could walk. In front of him was a guy with half of his hair missing. He looked like a guy from a motorcycle crew or something. He looked really bad as well. I decided to ask the bloody guy if he knew where we were because the other dude looked way too dangerous.
"Hey homes, wussup vat-vat- ahh! Forget it! How r u?" stupid question, right?
"not to good man, hey u're Eddie Guerrero, aren't u!"
"yea, I guess u're a big wrestling fan, huh?"
"yea, was. But guess I cant anymore. Wait a minute, how come you're here! You cant be here! You have to put on the show for your fans! For my son! He adores u, u cant be here!"
"hey, hey, hey slow down homes. Wat r u talking about? As soon as I find my way home I will. That's what I was going to ask you."
"o no Eddie. I guess u don't know where u are yet do u."
"no I don't actually."
"sigh Eddie Eddie Eddie, look over at that sign" he pointed to a sign that said, "THE GATEWAY TO HEAVEN dead people must go this way people having dreams must go north." What?
"I must be dreaming"
"now Eddie, if you were dreaming those angels over there would have told u to go north. But they let u through didn't they? So that means-"
"that means I'm dead"I just stood there. Shocked. I couldn't be dead. I couldn't be.
The scary guy was next on line.
"ok sir, what is your name?"
"Baron Whinners"
The angel looked through a book. He kept looking and looking.
"I'm sorry Mr.Whinners, but you're name is not written in the book of life. You may proceed on to hell."
"What! Theirs is no freakin way I'm going to hell, you can go to he-"
Suddenly, a demon snatched him away. Woah. Now I remember, in the bible it said that if you go to heaven, you're name will be written in the book of life. If not, you go to burn in the flames of hell.
Next was the new friend I made.
"Name, please?"
"Brian Sanchez"So that was his name.
"ok sir your name is in the book of life. You may proceed and enter the gate."
"Good Luck, Eddie!" he whispered to me. He opened the gate and entered a bright place.
"And your name, sir?"
"Edwardo Guerrero"
"Ah yes, the Lord has been expecting you. But I must first see if he is still awaiting."he looked to the G section.
"Yes you may proceed."
NO WAY! I'M GOING TO HEAVEN! I opened the gate slowly and there I saw a party. But not a party with beer and wine and songs and dances like bachata and meringue and reggeton. It was a party with food and water. And the songs were a chorus of harmonies about the Lord. I actually recognized the song! Then I saw Brian.
"Eddie, you're here!" This couldn't be Brian. He wasn't bloody anymore He was clean and wearing a crown and white robe.
"Brian, you're not bloody anymore!"
"yea I know, isn't it a miracle! We're in heaven Eddie! This is too good to be true!"
And he ran and laughed. I was so happy too. And then suddenly I remembered the angel said the Lord wanted to speak to me. It then I occurred to me, THE LORD WANTS TO SPEAK TO ME! THE ALPHA, THE OMEGA, MY FATHER, JEVOVAH! Ok what was I to say to Him!
"Eddie Guerrero!"
I walked over to the angel that called me.
"Yes?"
"The Lord would like to talk to you"
"ok thank you"
I went in through a door, expecting to see him sitting in a throne, with a beautiful face. But instead I entered an empty room. Completely empty.
"YOU THOUGHT YOU WOULD SEE ME STANDING THERE, DIDN'T YOU EDDIE?"
I jumped. The most mightiest, the most frightening, yet the most beautiful voice had spoken. How did he read my thoughts?
"OF COURSE I CAN READ YOUR THOUGHTS EDDIE!"
"is that you Lord? Are you really the Lord?"
"I AM. AND I CALLED YOU HERE FOR A REASON, SON. YOU ARE WONDERING WHY YOU ARE HERE, ARENT YOU?"
"actually, yes I am. How did I die Lord? Did someone kill me? Did I kill myself?"
"NO TO BOTH. EDDIE, YOU HAD A HEART FAILURE. DURING YOUR SLEEP."
"what? why? I promise Lord, I have not done any drugs, or alcohol at that!"
"I KNOW THIS EDDIE. I KNOW. BUT IT WAS SIMPLY YOUR TIME TO GO."
"but Lord, what abouth my family? My friends? My fans? I have to continue the wrestling buissness, it was not my time to go!"
"SILENCE! DO NOT DENY ME EDDIE! IT WAS YOUR TIME TO GO!YOUR LOVED ONES, THEY WILL MISS YOU DEARLY. AND I AM SORRY I WILL HAVE TO MAKE THEM SUFFER. BUT EDDIE, YOU HAVE TO UDERSTAND, I DO THINGS FOR A REASON. NOW I CANNOT TELL U BUT JUST KNOW, I DIDN'T DO THIS TO MAKE YOUR FAMILY SUFFER."
"IM SORRY Lord, you;'re right. But please, take care of my kids, my wife. Help them move on and forget about me."
"I CAN NEVER MAKE THEM FORGET ABOUT YOU. BUT I WILL HELP THEM MOVE ON. EDDIE YOU'RE A GOOD MAN. YOU R MY SON AND I LOVE YOU. THAT'S WHY I ALLOWED YOU UP TO HEAVEN. THAT;S ALL FOR NOW. FROM NOW ON YOU WILL NOT SHED A TEAR OR EVEN THINK ABOUT BEING SAD. SORROWFULNESS DOES NOT EXCIST HERE. AND BY THE WAY EDDIE, THERE IS SOMEONE OUTSIDE WAITING FOR YOU."
Suddenly I was outside and someone tapped me on my shoulder. When I turned around I saw…….my father.
1 EARTH YEAR LATER
"tus hijos se paresen feliz hijo." You're kids look happy son.
"si papa el Senor los estan ayudando." Yea dad the Lord is helping them.
Through a big hole you can see the kids and Vickie Guerrero moving on with their lives, still with memories of Eddie. And Eddie? He did not shed one tear up in heaven.
THE END
A/N: nice rite? R.I.P.