there's no marriage in Heaven at all—that's
in the Bible somewhere—but maybe by
then God will ease up His restrictions and
let us do a lot of things souls can't now,
like eat corn dogs and read comic books and
learn to play the guitar without lessons.
How can it be Heaven if there's no fun?
Week after next I'll ask Miss Hooker that.
Then one day when I'm old enough I'll ask
the really big one—‘Will you marry me?’
—when I'm 18, say, to her 33,
that is if I don't die in Sunday School
before then and she doesn't, either.
I hope I go first. Dying's getting old.