Looking Down, livre ebook

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.