Glittering confetti showered down as we rode through Heaven on a huge float--one that actually floated, gliding weightlessly through the air.
It looked like a mobile movie theater cast in solid gold. Gold-skinned Oscar statuettes sat in the golden seats, eating popcorn from golden cartons. Gold curtains framed the gold-trimmed screen, on which film of my rescue of Byzantine played in an endless loop. Along the base of the float, in big gold letters that looked like the famous "HOLLYWOOD" sign, was the word "HEAVENWOOD."
As for me, I stood beside Lillian on a round dais that looked like a gold-plated reel of film. It hovered high above the Oscars in the seats, turning in slow circles. Byzantine stood on an identical hovering dais that orbited the float from end to end. A cameraman w
