Looking Down

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When an artist dies, God lets them paint the skies. We've all heard the cute little saying, but what about the rest of us? The ones who couldn't paint a straight line to save our own life (afterlife) - do we just sit there, like, for eternity? I mean, I don't want to sound ungrateful and I'm sure it's still better than the other choice but...I'm just curious.