There is a fun old song that goes like this:

Those bells in hell go ding-a-ling-a-ling for some, but not for me.
Those white robed angels sing-a-ling-a-ling throughout eternity.
O death, where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling; O grave they victory?
No sting-a-ling-a-ling, no ding-a-ling-a-ling, just sing-a-ling-a-ling for me!

Heaven is for Real. And so is Hell. I’ve made my provision to avoid the one and embrace the other. I may not be a very good singer here and now, but in my new body, I expect to be a singer in heaven’s band. Grab your song book and join me.