The first thing One remembers or, perhaps, the last thing One remembers or imagines remembering or remembers imagining about One’s arrival into One’s The Aprés Life is simply opening One’s eyes. And, Eureka! Just like that, there One was. It was if in One’s The Ante Aprés Life One had blinked, for a millisecond and when One opened One’s eyes, perhaps another millisecond later (the duration of a blink?), One had been transported straight to One’s The Aprés Life. And found One’s self seated in what was either a large, upholstered easy chair, (or a small, straight-backed wooden chair?) in a cavernous (or cramped, crowded or half-empty?) indoor (or outdoor?) space over which, what appeared to be an entrance of some sort, hung a large (medium or smallish?) illuminated (or hand-painted?) sign that simply and clearly read The Recently Departed Arrivals Lounge.
