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Is that it

I only ask because I'm not sure, is this it or is there more? You see, I expected more than this, not something if I blinked I'd miss. Where's the tunnel with the blinding light? And the heavenly host lighting up the night? To say I'm underwhelmed is a joke, is all you've got this funny bloke, with bony fingers and scythe in hand? To be perfectly honest, I was expecting 'grand'. At least a coach and four in gold, all set about with cherubs bold. Oh well, I suppose this will have to do. What happens now, do I follow you? Well, slow down a bit, my knees have gone, you go forth and I'll follow on. And that's another thing, we're told 'no more pain', I really must read the small print again.

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