The party, when the crowd-surfing stopped, turned into a series of conversations with myself...my face, anyway. The voices and people themselves were all different--all typically notable Heaven dwellers who'd been famous one way or another back home. I knew plenty of them, in fact; my movie star ways had led me to lots of different social circles back in the day. Old friends and new acquaintances alike crammed in to get a piece of me.
The one thing they all had in common, other than their Stag Lincoln faces, was that they were boring the crap out of me. After a while, they'd worn me down to the point that I started thinking about slipping away.
At first, I wasn't sure I could do it. After all, I was the center of attention, surrounded by fans.
On the other hand, I realized, what be
