I don't believe she's in heaven and I don't believe she's in a better place. she's dead and when we're dead, we're gone. There are no blinding lights, there is no happy music, there are no Angels waiting to greet us. St Peter is not at the Pearly Gates with a big fat fucking book, our friends and Relatives are not holding a seat for us at some divine dinner table, we do not get a tour of Heaven. We are dead and that is it. No more.

This note was recorded by Megan Doty from page 82 of Million Little Pieces.