What if today was your "last" day, Victorio, or this week was your "last" week, and heaven had 10,000 angels waiting to serenade you, dancers waiting to dance with you, and reporters waiting to interview you?
Is there a grudge you'd still hold? Something you'd still regret? An unhappy memory that would matter more than forever and ever?
Nada, baby -
The Universe
You've got forever and ever, Victorio, beginning right here and now. Angels and crew, wings and sparkles, will wait.
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