I wouldn't mind at all coming back to earth after my death.
I'm the only one who still believes in Santa Claus!
When he takes me in his arms, and speaks to me softly, I see the world through rose-colored glasses.
When you reach the top, you should remember to send the elevator back down for the others.
I can die now. I've lived twice.
I've been thinking about Jesus. Don't you find it a bit strange that, since He was living with His family and all, He up and left them just when they needed him most?