Perhaps I haven't made it clear what it is like to be a translated being who resides in the bosom of Abraham. It's pretty neat, actually. And it's really not as bad as you might think.
Except on Thursdays. Taco night.
Trust me when I say that you don't want to reside in the bosom of Abraham immediately after Taco night. The bosom of Elijah? Maybe. He doesn't seem to have the same response to fresh jallepenos. But Abraham... well... let's just say it's no picnic.
But otherwise, this translated lifestyle certainly has its perks.
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