I remember being 8 and crying because I didn't want to live in paradise if none of my friends from school, and none of my grandparents were going to be there.
I still sort of feel that way. I mean with all the bad crap my witness friends were doing there was no gurantee that they were going to make it...yeah like I really want to spend an eternity crying because my dear friends couldn't make it to frolick with the pandas and tigers??
I wonder if you could commit suicide in the paradise?