We keep our same identities, but just go on to another plane to learn new disciplines, new experiences. Me, I could die happy without sipping another beer. It's not one of my vices. For any parish priests eavesdropping, I do drop about two cases of orange Gatorade a week. But there are those rare, hot summer days when I've been outside, working up a sweat.
Nothing tastes better than an icy cold beer.
Not a six-pack. I mean no disrespect, but that beer moment was heavenly. Couldn't tell you. I just hope everyone gets to theirs.