Sometimes when I hear of death, I get a totally different picture, I mean do people ever think of this? Now imagine you're a huge football fan, and then you die two days to the England - Italy match, and possible you staked a reasonable amount of money. Two minutes after your death you're in your comfortable flat in heaven, or possible a scarcely furnished self-con apartment in hell fire with your worms and body heater ensuite. You are still trying to get used to the fire, and maybe getting to know your neighbours, how long they have been in hell, and possibly ask to know whether the fire actually every pause, and which Biblical descriptions are true. Some others in heaven are busy trying to arrange their flats, and white garments, and also trying to get to know their neighbours and possible wondering whether they will ever get their lips to rest from praising god. Then theirs you the football lover, who just remembered that you were earnestly waiting for the England - Italy match, and now you have to head over to the media department, to know the possibility of mounting a viewing centre in heaven or hell, since some actually believe the demons behind football come from the deepest part of this part of the world. At the gate you meet this weird looking demons, with weapons looking, and laughing like the typical Nigerian tow-gate police men. 'Sir, I want to umm know of the possibility of mounting a bla bla bla cos I'm trying not to miss the match on xx date.' They look at you, ignore and continue with their discussions since you're a spirit and they really cannot do much more than yelling. Now you have no options than to stay at the gate of heaven or hell for the next two days, waiting for any new check-ins so you can get to know the outcome of the match, and possibly send a message to your gee on earth to catch out your Bet9ja ticket. Have you ever imagined this? Just, like have you ever thought of the possibility?