[ WP ] You died and went to heaven . Surprisingly , you meet Hitler there .

`` Welcome to Heaven, Ben! Glad you were able to convert on your deathbed.Does n't matter how you start but how you finish. Hell even I denied Christ!'' 
 
 I saw Peter laughing to himself and gave him a bit of a dirty look. 
 
 `` Well then you can just go in and enjoy yourself. And remember, you're here forever.Things are going to be great!'' 
 
 I walked on. As I walked through the streets of heaven, which to me looked like a mix of cloud city from star wars and New York, I decided to sit down in a cafe. It was a small little place with formica tables. It kind of looked like one of my favorite restaurants back home, Arthur Bryant's Barbecue in Kansas City. 
 
 `` what do you want to eat hun'' said a waitress in a red uniform who had an accent straight out of Forrest Gump. 
 
 I told her I wanted my favorite meal. A plate of burnt ends and also some McDonald's Fries. 
 
 `` Hmm, well I like the barbecue but ca n't say I agree with the fries, but to each their own hun.'' 
 
 Just then a plate of barbecue and fries appeared. I told the waitress thank you and then started to eat. As I was sitting another man came up to me. He had dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He seemed familiar but I just could n't seem to place his face. 
 
 `` Guten Tag Sir. Can I sit here. I'm waiting for another friend. I like sitting here. 
 
 `` Sure.'' I said. 
 
 `` I'm just so excited to be here. I was in purgatory for so long and I just got out today. All than sin and stuff burned right out of me and I was in the thick of it. Its like i'm a new man'' said the man in a thick, deep German accent. 
 
 `` That's great. I'm just a boring old deathbed convert. I lived to be a 100 though.'' 
 
 `` Ach I wish I could have had that. But maybe it was for the best. I was n't exactly the best person.'' 
 
 `` Well none of us were.'' 
 
 `` yes but I was the worst.'' 
 
 `` Do n't be so hard on yourself.....'' 
 
 `` Well my name's.....'' 
 
 `` Ben... Ben Cavanaugh!'' 
 
 `` Sorry sir I got to leave. What's your'e name?'' I asked the man. 
 
 `` It's Addy. It's a German name.'' 
 
 I left Addy alone to go see who knew me. It was my old gym teacher Mr. Lundberg. Lundberg had been here a while. He said he wanted to see how I was doing and told me that he had been hanging out with my parents. I wanted to see them but i figured i'd do that tonight. I decided to sit down a little more. Addy was still there sitting all alone though. 
 
 `` So Addy.So you said you were German?'' 
 
 `` Ja, well technically Austrian but i lived in Germany. But sadly i did n't exactly live the greatest life in either place.'' 
 
 `` What happened?'' I asked him. 
 
 Just then Addy got up. Let's meet up at Central Park. I find it beautiful and its private. We can talk there. Its amazing that we can go somewhere like it up here. I could have never gone to New York in my life. 
 
 `` I went once.'' I told him. New York's alright but i'm a Kansan by birth. Grew up in Topeka and moved to Kansas City. Great place to live. Anyway i'll meet you there later. I want to visit my folks. They are here. Are yours?'' 
 
 He remained silent. Then he said `` i'll see you later then Herr Ben.Guten Tag!'' 
 
 After visiting my parents and having a homemade meat loaf supper. I went to Central Park. The Nice thing about Heaven is that basically you can just imagine things and they appear. It goes the same for other people. Apparently you can also bilocate and even trilocate. I then met Addy at a bench. It was darker and there were n't many people around. 
 
 `` Welcome Ben. How were your'e parents?'' 
 
 `` Fine Addy. It was good. What did you do?'' 
 
 `` I mostly painted a bit. I'm not a great painter but i like it. I wanted to be an artist when I was younger but unfortunately that never came true. 
 
 `` Wait.'' I took a look at Addy's face. Those piercing blue eyes reminded me of something. 
 
 `` Wait. Are you....'' 
 
 `` Oh no. Please do n't go away. Please.'' 
 
 Well just tell me how you ended up here. I'm more curious. In my past life i was a journalist. I should have known. You made it so obvious. Granted shaving the mustache makes you a little more anonymous. 
 
 `` Well like I said i'm a new person. See what I was told was that since I was born crazy and I was mistreated and abused and never experienced love and goodness and all that stuff, I kind of went off the rails. In a way if your'e crazy enough you ca n't commit sins.'' 
 
 `` What!'' 
 
 `` Think of it this way. A soul is perfect and created by God, but on earth its dirtied and unclean and add to that years of abuse and garbage and well, things turn out for the worst. My conscience never developed. You only commit sins if you freely do so. Like Stalin. Stalin was mentally fine when he killed all those people. `` 
 
 `` How do i know you are n't just pulling a joke on me?'' 
 
 `` Does this look like a joke'' he said as he showed me a scar on his head. 
 
 `` I was sick in the head. I did n't know what was right or wrong and my sense was warped. Its not like I fully did this through my own choice. There are others here like me. Also you'd be surprised who's in hell.'' 
 
 `` Like who?'' 
 
 `` Well i'll tell you some other time. But I got to go. I'm hanging out with Albert Einstein tomorrow. He had such a great mind. Too bad i never talked with him alive. Sin clouds the mind and makes you sick.That's what i learned in purgatory
