Is There a Throne In Heaven

I've often wondered when I die, Can I still have rhubarb pie? But then I worry what would I do, If by chance I have to pooh? Perhaps I'll just sip a drink, Then again, it makes me stink. I know they'll save a place for me, Because god knows I'll have to pee! Sure hope I don't have to rush, Cause I'm not sure where the pipes flush. If it's down, does it pour without a trace? If it's up, will it splatter in my face? Let me pray we don't have to eat, So on Heavens Throne I won't need a seat!