The last thing I remember was standing on a ladder, trying to fix the holiday lights for my wife. I was stumbling, trying to balance, when suddenly I tumbled and fell, the red ladder collapsing on me.
I remember seeing my family running to me, then I felt a sinking sensation, as if the pavement was a mattress.
At the funeral, instead of flowers, I saw orange peels and coins being thrown on me by my two children, their spouses, and my one-year-old grandson.
I felt incredibly honored. After all, it was tradition.
Now, I’m on my way to Heaven!