Four lines of prose about: after life.
Kat and I attended an information session for vegetable farmers this morning, put on by the main local supply store. It was a bit overly focused on chemical solutions to pests and weeds for our tastes, but there was still some useful stuff.
Plus it was good to meet and hang out with other farmers in the area.
For the vast majority of humans, after life comes death. What happens after death, I understand, is a matter of some debate.
I'm one of the lucky ones, I suppose, since after my life on Earth came... more life. Good luck for me and very, very bad luck for those who stuck me six feet deep and expected me to stay put.