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| "George, it's alright to go. Remember what you said? All things must pass?" Olivia whispered as her husband lay on his death bed.
"Liv... If I don't speak to you again-" he paused for a second "Remember that I love you, and Dhani."
With that he closed his eyes.
"Dad!" wailed Dhani.
But George was gone.
* * *
He opened his eyes. All he could see was white. As his eyes adjusted to the bright light, he realized he was standing in front of two large gates.
*I must be dead.* thought George.
The gates opened, and George stepped inside. There was a man stading behind an altar, looking at a large book. He looked up and exclaimed "George!"
"John!" George replied. The two men hugged each other (no, nothing slashy) and John asked, "So... how did you go?"
"Cancer. Been battling it for a while you know..." He trailed off.
George took a good look at John. He had a moptop haircut, and the Beatles suit, complete with the Beatle boots. John must have noticed him staring at his attire, because he remarked "Yeh, the Beatle outfit. I think God must be a fan too. No, wait, I know he is!"
"Yeh, but what are you doing here, I mean, waiting at the gates for me, are yeh?" asked George.
"Ha, you wish. No, I'm on St. Peter duty."
"Huh?"
"I have to wait here in case we have any arrivals. God puts us on a roster, and it's my turn. Didn't think I'd have you coming on me shift though!" he explained.
"Oh, I get it. I think." replied George.
"C'mon, me shifts almost over anyway. I'll take you to meet the Big Guy. He'll get you sorted out."
* * *
"Enter!" Gods loud voice rang through the hallway as John knocked on his office door.
"Erm, God? We got a new arrival. It's George-"
"George Harrison?!? Oh my me! Will you please sign an Abbey Road for me?" God laughed.
"Yeh, 'e did that to me too." John whispered to George.
"Hmm, everything seems to be in order, You're a little earlier than we expected, but none the less." God haned him a key and said, "John can show you around. Bye!" and ushered them out of his office.
"A key?" questioned George.
"Yeh, we do 'ave 'ouses you know. Where do you live?" John took the key off George.
"Hmm... 64, Blue Jay Way. How original. I live at 66 Blue Jay Way. God is really into cliches. Come 'ead. Lets go check out yer 'ouse."
* * *
What was really surprising about George's house was that it really closely resembled George's mansion in England. He and John had a bit of an explore, and it had a lot of the furninshings, but it seemed to lack something.
"Yeh, Liv really left a lot of her stuff around. It looks different without her..." George gave John as an explanation.
"Hmm... Did you 'ave a music room in this place?" asked John.
"Yeh. It's upstairs."
George led the way to the music room. When they entered, George felt like he was in Heaven (Wait! He was!)! All the guitars he had ever owned were in there! Immediately he picked up his 12-stringed Rickenbacker, from his Beatle days.
"Same thing in my place. I even 'ave me Imagine piano. Didn't expect to see that 'ere!" John said grinning.
* * *
George had been in Heaven for a week. It was alright. He had a lot of things that he had always wanted... Except Olivia and Dhani.
But Heaven wasn't soooo bad. John had shown him the usual haunts, the bars... the other bars.
Yes, they had alchohol in Heaven. John had explained it to George.
"We're allowed to drink, but no matter 'ow much yeh drink, you can't get any more than a little tipsy. Tha's fine by me. As much as yeh want and no hangovers!"
"Gear."
But on this particular day, John showed up at George's front door and asked him a question that would change his life... Er, death.
"D'you wanna go haunting?"
"Er, what?" asked George.
"Well, we're dead aren't we? We're ghosts right? We can go haunt people. I've visited you, Paul and Ringo many-a-time." explained John.
"You haunted me?!? John!" cried George.
"Don' worry Hari-man. I never saw anything... Much."
"Better bleedin' not 'ave!"
So George and John went hauting. Guess who they visited first? That's right! Ringo! It was night at his home, and he was sitting in the dark in front of the telly, with a coke in his hand.
John sneaked up behind him and grabbed his hair. Ghosts could touch small, or light objects. They couldn't carry as much weight as a live person, but they weren't totally senseless.
He grabbed Ringo's hair and tugged. Ringo slaped his hand, but obviously didn't think anything was wrong. He went back to watching telly. Again John tugged at his hair. This time he looked up, but John and George had made themselves invisible. So he saw nothing. This time John pulled his hair agaion, and George took his drink off him. Ringo screamed. Loudly. John and George started giggling their moptops off, and made themselves visible.
"Hello Ringo!" they chorused. (In perfect harmony, I might add!)
"Wha-wha-what the hell are y-y-you doing h-h-here?" Ringo stuttered.
"Wassit look like? Haunting!" replied John, grinning.
"Uhuh! John's been showing me 'round." said George.
"Wow! Wassit like being a ghost?" asked Ringo, looking like a liddle kid again.
"Pretty gear. 'Cept fer not being with yer family, 'n'all that." said John.
"Oh."
"Uh... I think we may have to go now. We have to visit someone else... named James... Paul... McCartney..." said John.
"Yeh, we're gonna come back though. Maybe tomorrow. Bye Ringo!" said George.
"Yeh, buh-bye!" said John.
And the're off!
They appeared in Paul and Heathers' bedroom. A lot of noise was coming from the bed, and the lights were off.
"Whooooooooooooo!!!!!!!" Howled the heavenly Beatles (in perfect harmony, yet again!)
"Did you here something?" asked Paul, pulling the covers down.
"No." whispered Heather, pulling him back down under the blankets. |
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