"What if when we die, the light at the end

"What if when we die, the light at the end of the tunnel is just another pediatricians office?"

Phra Thepyanmahamuni, the Buddist monk, held Steve Jobs hand and whispered, "Then we will know we are right." Steve Jobs smiled serenely then calmly passed to his paralell universe

and mind-melded with a wormhole. Since Steve Jobs's exit from this reality he ascended the astral throne in the 18th Dimension. His powers were warped and limitless.

Steve Jobs^18 high-fived space leprechauns and mated with solar flares after snorting ground unicorn horn. He arm wrestled Zeus and barbequed with Satan. His powers grew until

he died and declared a saint by a grieving Pope and all the angels. So we were left on fold 5 to come up with a new topic. We convened an emergency FS video conference call. Of cou

rabbits in the yard. My fellows pushed me out with a clipboard and pencil stub. I cowered before the beady eyes. Desperately, I turned back, but it was locked. "Count them dammit!"

I didn't get it. Why was I being forced to count scary rabbits? I just went with it. 1 2 3 4 5 This wasn't so bad 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 I began to relax 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23

Getting kinda sleepy 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 Zzzz. What I didn't know was that while counting sheep gives you sweet dreams, counting scary rabbits gives you nightmares.

But is it a nightmare or a tangent universe? If a dreamscape scary rabbit tells you to wake up, shows you the future, and asks if you've ever seen a portal, the question's answered