Choose Wisely
If you are a regular reader, you know that Larry the Raccoon passed away in a tragic trash compactor accident. It is sad, but do not despair. Last night Larry came to me in a dream with an urgent plea. He told me that he was stuck in limbo and needed my help to find the door to heaven. Even though I was racked with guilt over Larry's death (I may have hit the 'compact' button accidentally when closing the dumpster door), and I had some extra spicy Pad Thai right before going to sleep, I'm confident that Larry truly contacted me from beyond and needs my help taking the next step to eternal happiness.
This is the dilemma that Larry is facing. Upon arriving in the afterlife, Larry was confronted with two doors. On either side of the doors stood two Gamorrean guards. A placard above the doors read:
