We are Frisbeeterians. We believe that when ou die your soul goes up on the roof and you can't get it down.
There's a lot of meat in your post, dear one.
Hey, what is the scoop on souls? Ya can't see 'em, right? Nobody ever came back to tell ya what's going on. We don't know the direction - are they UP, DOWN, sideways or what?
I don't get it.
I can't join, ribs.
I'm afraid nobody would feed me up there.
And if we're all up there together, we would have to have our meals catered.
How high is the roof?
I can't be near the edge.