[ WP ] When you die the afterlife is an arena where you face every insect and animal you killed in your life . If you win you go to heaven , lose you go to hell . Your job was an exterminator on earth .

Two little blessings in disguise. 
 
 The first was his choice to become a vegetarian when he was just five years old. It had made him the laughing stock of his little Texas town, from kindergarten up to highschool: a boy who did n't eat meat -'are you queer son?' 
 
 But he persisted. No mammal or fish or bird had ever passed his teeth since. And no mammal or fish or bird had entered the arena. 
 
 ( Besides one chicken that appeared to be very drunk. ) 
 
 In his mind he was so happy that he would n't have to wrestle cows, pigs, horses, rabbits, coyotes or whatever they stuff into hamburgers. He almost forgot why he was there, what he had done in his life and why chosing a career would also affect the afterlife. 
 
 Almost. 
 
 A giant brown wave of cockroaches appeared in front of him, reaching high above his head, about to crash before his feet. It would form a vast sea of crawling bugs, reaching his knees, about to devour him with those billions of jaws, stripping him of his skin and flesh, sucking his blood drop by drop, eating the splinters of his bones. 
 
 But then he realised his second blessing, another reason for being bullied in his childhood town in Texas. He took a deep breath, snapped his fingers and tap-danced his way to heaven. 
 

