I was getting tired of these long pauses.

“What’s it like in heaven?” I asked.

“It’s amazing,” Tom said. “you can do anything, be with anyone…a long as it-”

“Doesn’t hurt the other guy?” I said.

“Yeah.” Tom nodded. “I can’t really describe it, because in many ways you make your own heaven. You get to chose what you do, what you have…everything.”

“Wow.” I said. “I can’t wait.”

Tom raised an eyebrow: “I’ll give you a few seconds to absorb the irony of your statement.”

I chuckled, and Tom reached into his pocket and withdrew a cigarette.

“What are you doing?!” I asked, alarmed. “Don’t you know that those things are bad for you?”

“Yup.” Tom said. “Whats your point?