12 1/2 Angels
For: young readers
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Why I wrote ’12 1/2 Angels’: (details coming soon)
Mario Flagstaff was dead. No one, not even his best friend, Harold, could have ever predicted that the multi-billionaire would meet his maker by choking on a gouda-stuffed olive. Non-believers snickered, thinking it to be a hoax – Mario pulling one of his funnies – though his jokes were never a laugh. No one believed that Mario, a man so full of life and his own big ego, would ever die.
After his death he made the long climb, up the staircase to heaven, taking his time, certain that the pearly gates would be swinging wildly, welcoming him into heaven. But, shockingly, the gates were locked up tight and Mario saw no way of getting through to the other side. Mario was in purgatory – limbo – awaiting Judgement Day. Mario soon realized that greedy people were not given a quick pass, and that he had somehow fallen through the cracks – getting a quick pass to the Pearly Gates. Now that Mario had made it that far he had a lot to make up for.